A mouth that speaks
beyond this nowhere.
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We sat beneath
the shooting stars..
Watching the sky
weep red..
Picking at
mental scars.
(Pretending our
hearts were dead.)
You have the
oddest laugh..
My..pretty pretty
tragedy..
It sounds like
breaking glass!
(Of a multicolored
variety.)
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I'm not in denial...
I swear..
And I'd kill those
Stars to see you
smile!!
(With a mouth that
Speaks beyond this
nowhere.)
J.Stephen.h.
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