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Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches. Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles.
I woke up in a cold sweat I rustled and tussled and fret For I knew today Would be the day I had to go bowling. It had been my biggest fear For the better half of a year
2:57 is the first thing my eyes take in as the shoot wide open The glow of my alarm clock sends me this eerie feeling I sense extreme warmth as the once cool room has dampened
Brace yourself Welcome help Armor up Enough’s enough Hope for the best Prepare for the worst Those are the words You used to calm me Down by the river Build a bridge
Knock, knock, knock.Love's arrived and his fists leave knuckle prints apon the door in front of me.Knock, knock, knock.Love's knocking earthquakes at my feet
My mother and I walked around outside before her death. She smelled of industrial waste. But I tell myself she smelled like flowers, anyways. ---
Beautiful is the Earth! Though not all things are mirth, Every small thing has worth. A yellow star presides; A white moon touches tides; A twinkling star abides.
She walks home each day Hearing the whispers and all that they say "Have you heard..." "Her dad..." "...some woman..." Try as she might she can't block them out
Sweet songs of monsters never ending
I tell the time by trees. I tell the time in threes. Three by threes from trees. Three by three by three. Time in trees to three by threes. We pass our time in trees. We pass our time in threes.
three is not the magic number to make the wildcard three does not represent the magic number to win a division of any sport three is the number of lives i lost through the horrific tragedies of violence