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black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed