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(Grace)Less Displays
Fall down;
In solid white display.
Where would we be without you:
Losing face to unmarked fears and falling hopes;
Just waiting.
You're only tied to this;
Ropes pulled across your chin
Forcing you to feel
Bringing you to bear as the world explodes in your eyes And around your head.
Just lock the stars in this embrace.
Falling for your questions:
Never trust misplaced.
So sit and watch the blue-black sky swallow you all.
Hold on to everything I hand:
Poisoned waters
And nights to blend;
Phrasing soft words with every breath.
With every breath I'll stay true;
It's more than I can ask of anyone.
Sacred lives begin to bend of an empty
Rememberence.
Face down;
Seeing shades of colorblind;
I'm breaking for you.
Never trust a question;
Always in its place.
I'm not promising the standard lines
Listen, before it's gone
With every vicious side
Bracing hands just to know we've tried.
We're screaming for reminders.
We're starving for display.
We're calling out for your words to say;
Replace this heart with softer words
We're waiting forever.
Everyone stop and follow sold lives;
Dream of endless quarters and
Never running out of time.
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"...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt."- Elizabeth Wurtzel
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