they run down my crimson cheaks
drop to the ground
and turn into concrete
i used to be stronger
i say that to myself every morning as i look into the mirror
but these days
my thick wall is deteriorating
tears fall and brick by brick i get weaker
i used to be the strongest house
the three little piggies built me up
not even the big bad wolf could knock me down
but these days
the big bad wolf doesn't even have to huff and puff
the wind from the trees will knock me down











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"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."
thanks for the
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Windswept words and emotions
Glidding over the surface of my skin like a boat in water
Smooth over the wrinkles in your shirt darling
Your perfection is never-ending
This springtime disease is catching up to me
Wanting, needing, desiring
Everything
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Life Will Kill You
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