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winter morningswinter mornings
can you find me i am hiding under the lids of hot chocolate cups, in fading jeans and the corner of every smile.
remember how we stood at the lights, we were waiting for something that was coming but it didn't have a name, it didn't have a face or a hand you could hold. we had to make it on our own. [and we did that just fine.]
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you've lost me look for me under your bed, in your drawers, at the bus stop each morning. i'm letting you find me first because it's life's way of checking you are alive.
remember how the winter got so cold, &nb
by ~eaglewarrio9
Death of DeathDeath died this morning. I’m not exactly sure why it happened; it happened so quickly, but staring into the empty hole in the ground with his black robes folded up neatly inside, there was no denying it. Somewhere along the way he lost the battle and surrendered to the one-track crusaders waving their bold banners heralding “life, life, life!” up to the heavens.Death of Death
We all had our theories about how it happened. I thought it might have had something to do with the changing times, but Grandma insisted that he went down with religion. Uncle Albert, who had lived through the war, and watched his buddies be killed first h
by ~Squarix
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