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There’s a most familiar scent in the breeze that sweeps across my face. The origin of which I cannot focus on completely. I close my eyes absorbing every sense of it. It’s happened more than once.
This Lifetime I believe you are the happy to my ending The love to my making The Darius to my Nina Yea, it’s a love jones and every day I fiend for you
Fireworks shot Not because we had just won the game But because I had got a call to meet somewhere at exactly 11:59 PM Right then and there I had to make the choice of a lifetime
Ashes to ashes Dust to dust   My heart was consumed by lust My heart ate up by desire My heart burned upon a pyre   Love is lost, kindness gone
I can rhyme words without a rhythmbut as soon as I try, I lose the feeling.So I’ve learned to let them flow,let ‘em rolloff my tongue - or in this case my pen -
Could one let a whole lifetime pass, without feeling like they've walked on broken glass?   Could one look into rain out of window, and say they've never felt a drop of sorrow?  
He looked upon it with new eyes A beautiful place before him lied So much to do and a lifetime to spare Alone a boy without any cares
Standing in line, anxiously waiting to enter the venue, I feel This strange connection with the people around me. All of them here for the same reason as I. To bask in the sweet sound of our passion.
Life, So meaningless and rich, It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds And finer than the finest jewels,
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