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Broadway
By pessum ire animus
And the hardest part
About this tradgedy we start
As I ponder
so softly
The words on the phone, too ghostly
With just a simple
good bye
Emotion fill as clouds do skies
Things we want to say,
but cant
Feelings plow forward, defiant
Staring blankly at the
screen
Needing something for me to mean
And the hardest
part
About this tradgedy we start
In just a few moments pass
He'll walk in through the panes of glass
And youll put on
a smile
Delete the messages we just shared
Welcome him home,
maybe even a kiss
Knowing the whole time youre thinking of me
The hardest part
is that
Its
not me.
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Copyright 2012 pessum ire animus
Published on Tuesday, January 17, 2012.
Filed under:
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On Tuesday, January 17, 2012, dwells
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wrote:
"It's not me" I think was your intended last line (typo?). This was a well developed concept concerning internet relations we are all exposed to on a daily basis. Well done and thanks.
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On Wednesday, January 18, 2012, pessum ire animus
(57) wrote:
Thank you for the typo error. This wasnt quite about internet relations, although still technology based. More of a texting relationship with an amazing friend of mine... the concept remains the same
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