The air is crisp and smells like rain.
The things I see creeping around the corner of my eye,
disappear when I try to look at them.
I wish someday I could see beneath the shadows.
The night comes quickly and I know sweet things will be dancing around the street, playing with the corners of my eyes.
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I could tell by the way he stood out in the picture.
It looked like if you cut him out the picture would still be complete.
His eyes would still be searching to the side looking around somewhere you cant' see.
His hair scrambled by the wind, and he stands like he is intensely content.
Surrounded by people yet in every picture he looks utterly alone.
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The world thinks it is just another day.
But you know the truth.
You know her soul is being ripped out of her body.
And thrown in to the sky.
Damn life, damn death, damn the world, damn unpredictable, unstoppable, unchangeable fate.
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