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crescendo
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2016-03-12
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sweetness never stays.
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no horizon is worth chasing relentlessly
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ambition fades into obsession
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and crescendos in devastation
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a delicate ball of pure glass
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wound out of the finest sands
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twice shattered and once glued
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can never be truly put back together
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sticks and stones
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may break people’s bones
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but scars dug deep enough
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never truly heal
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where is the peace I paid for?
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surely my childhood doesn't hold a monopoly
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although countless summer afternoons spent poring over
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paper money counts in some convoluted way
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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