the earth is too much for creatures of softer hearts. city lights casting colder shadows in the evening corridors. december shapes. windows illuminate soft sepia light. the subway hums. we wait for the hours to stiffen our paler bones. ticket please. keep all your songs untitled. concrete crevices.
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soft hearts.
but still strong
open eyes that see a new light
speak softly love, but don't be quiet
whisper only to the soul
tears that fall
like
bombs
bring a new dawn
shades of blue that carry you on
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all the best in 2009 Annie, you don't really know me, but i love you.
r.m
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