Falling leaves
Tears shed from a dying tree
With them fades the hopes
The dreams
The fantasies of yesterday
Like the birds who seek reprieve
In a warmer place
Where they cannot feel the cold
The hand of death
Which takes all to start anew
A clean slate with which to live again
Where dreams and hopes are apple blossoms
And happiness fills all things
Like the leaves I see my own dreams falling
Wilted and dying
Though their colors are still bright
The hopes I cling to
Harder and harder
Until they fall apart
Just as a frail, brittle leaf
Held within my closed fist
Breaks into pieces
And I cry















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i like it
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In Tyler We Trust
Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is a spiritual war. Our depression is our lives.
"There are no happy endings, because nothing ever ends." ~Schmendrick, The Last Unicorn
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"... In that case, I think I had sex with my cat."
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If you are lost in your way, deep in an awesome story.
Don't be in doubt and stray, clong to your lonesome folly.
-"A Stray Child"
beautiful sammy
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rust away, partition and bevel on into moksha
this is the giraffe, laughed
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"... In that case, I think I had sex with my cat."
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If you are lost in your way, deep in an awesome story.
Don't be in doubt and stray, clong to your lonesome folly.
-"A Stray Child"
anyways, absolutely wonderful peom S-A-M-I
(bella is sitting on my lap looking at the screen, she likes it too)
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rust away, partition and bevel on into moksha
this is the giraffe, laughed
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