we borrowed all our opulence, and tasted that one meal: which sharpened all our hunger from that point onward
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she still recalls the leaves: the way they'd blow outside those big, cracked windows. her happy times were simple: there was a modicum of security and her people. when they left, it was because life is about movement; but her heart goes back often -- because love is sometimes very much about not letting go
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the heart believes, the mind denies / the sun befriends, the wind decries / we hold to truth made out of lies / and turn the too-big things our size // but this is mere analogy / and this is all intent / the winter of our hollow words / and affect sentiment
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he was one of those who'd rather die than not be young: he got his wish. he was my friend back in the times when i had very few. what is so ironic is that someone who loved living so much could have embraced death so easily. but people live behind veils and walls, and even those we know best we barely know at all
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just sign here and we’ll be done / it’s all over now, it’s ours / you can go, and no hard feelings / we know memories can leave scars // but this is the way with finance / when you cannot pay, you lose / but at least you can move on now / find yourself new avenues
this was everything we’d wanted / each piece full of love and care / passing now from us so lightly / it’s the law, but so unfair // we will find our way to better / we will crawl out of this hole / take the keys now, let’s get going / it’s a building not / a soul
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oft we met, but never lingered; oft we spoke, but rarely heard -- this was our commercial venture serious, and yet absurd looking for that one big jackpot, that big day we would 'get paid' -- oft we wondered at the future: one we never found or made
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our deserted loves without the right words to ask linger in the dust
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we did not sell out: we sold off the too-heavy things
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echoes are what remains years of indecision gave birth to this great emptiness of ours