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I have a new obsession,
and my hands won’t cease their shake, i am in my closet –looking for regrets, but atop each set of bones is prettily perched a face. My newest madness, to dig through things i worked so hard to forget and tell myself “how terribly you’ve suffered!” but yet I’d do them all again. There are shadows cast, the skeletal outlines of the people in my past grace the wall behind the empty hangars and a set of old drapes. |
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Measured and marked,
by obsessions, old and new, life is a series of them, with brief intermissions. With each one's coming and going, heart racing, hands shaking, irregular breathing, With its death comes ambivalence, and a desire to start anew. And with each one's passing, A new figure in your closet, seemingly still, it can't hurt to remember. |
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Edited by
s1owhand
on
Tue 10/21/08 12:28 PM
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where's my snare? i have no snare in my headphones!?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS7qqbkBAL0 ![]() |
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