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Monday, January 26th, 2004
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6:54p
the pedals bloom
into rotten core red
tucked into my tomb
with every empty word that you said
the bee collects pollen
and takes it to the next flower
but once the bee has fallen
the entire system loses power
my door is locked
nothing shines through
my memory has blocked
every last picture of you
peel it back flap by flap
grab ahold of the wheel you steer
watch it heal when you sew it back
I don't feel the pain 'cuz I'm not really here
playing as if we belonged
watch as I take center stage
and reverse every right I've wronged
and in turn let my emotions empty with rage
what was I thinking
this is the furthest thing from me
'cuz when I'm not around you
you whole heartedly pray that I could be
seven seas of denial
all flow into one big lie
but you just glance out the window
and let your time drift by
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