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Pieces MeantWe scatter our hearts over mantlepieces a red drip in the doorway like a lifeline.Pieces Meant
You take hold of the fragile threads and follow me into the dark.
We press our fingerprints against our reflections searching for meaning.
And you paint words with your fingertips against the glass.
We write our footprints into the earth under soft grass pillows and the skeletons of birds.
And you follow me with the pieces wrapped held tenderly inside your chest.
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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DON'T MESS WITH ME!!! my headache is doing that for u
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"And, finally, what good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?" - Freud
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