

the living and the deadthe living and the dead
I lie on the floor, I cannot bear the bed, the sheets, so sweet smelling soft. I lie on the floor like it is the deck of a ship before a storm.
the things I used to tell you no one knows, the nightmares followed us home, but I like to think you have learned the secret -
where to begin the forgetting. I put you in a room like a moth in a jar, listen for your last breath, open the door, but you are gone the scent of burning hair, the animal fear, the way your knees brush each other like leaves, soundless &nbs
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
- but who cares if it's a lie, if it creates such a beautiful illusion?
that really means so much.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
1 in 4 women will be abused in their lifetime.
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
'tis appreciated!
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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