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"The heart sounds and sounds, pounds and pounds,
until it punched a hole in my chest, and if-
that wasn't enough those greedy veins,
with insatiable hunger they consumed the rest of me."

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For all of my loves

Do you remember the days where I played in the sand,
and after we crossed the street and i held your hand?
fortunate enough to catch the ice cream truck coming
and we were first in line despite those kids running.
you’ve been working so hard to provide my necessities,
leaving the door open because mom i forgot my keys.

Do you remember when you were pretending to be my dad?
A pillow of relief, when those nights made me sad.
Being james bond, playing with congo and cuddles,
we’ve been through oceans, so I can conquer these puddles.
you’ve been my savior, my brother, my best friend,
and I’m praying to god that we both make it to the end.

Do you remember the mornings where you burned yourself?
or hammered your thumb trying to create a bookshelf.
that was you, trying to the best of your ability,
I guess i didn’t understand love like i do responsibility,
So dad, I took you for granted just like always,
i got nothing now but to think of the glory days.

2009.08.06  1:28am  

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