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Breathing is pure by andpreposterous, literature
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Breathing is pure
Breathing is pure
I know a place called home
In which I recharge my batteries
Laundromats keep me sane
And I know I love you
The heat from this tear falls to my cheek
Down from the heart of my brain
It's a reflex
And to love
Isn't it better to take a risk and end up alone,
Than to not?
And at least then, then only
Will you have something to think about in your
Lonely times
I bury my face in your neck and think of perfection
I still sit in places and think of what was lost
But that don't mean by any way that I'll never know those costs
Bit by bit this world will be changed
If I can keep on being what I want to see
This wor
No more fighting by andpreposterous, literature
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No more fighting
No more fighting
It's only a waste of my time
Two years ago,
I found love in lust,
The tenderness of an older touch
He made me happy
And sad to the depths of hell
I made him almost write a song
But we both know it wasn't about me
With him, I learned.
I learned to care,
How not to have a relationship
How to do things and get away with them
How to get what you want, when others don't want to give
I was mostly dead in traditions
'til he splashed color into my life.
And the music, oh the music:
Deep Ellum, Aeolian chords, and a lifetime of hatred and
Fascination with Italians and musicians alike
There is no finality to this d
Redundancy by andpreposterous, literature
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Redundancy
I take off my clothes
I put the same ones back on
I have many thoughts racing, and no one to communicate with
My heart feels jilted
But barely bruised
I questioned before, but there was a correct order then
A judge decided, and I could see their point of view
He ruined it for me
I cannot accept his decision
I want to shank him
Will I ever forget?
Will I see peace with this?
I feel for his mind,
That it is so distorted
How could he afford to lose our dreams?
A man to honor, we did so well
And that judge can be blessed
And know what he made us lose
In good time, justice will prevail
I have faith in the truth
In good time
A
Red Tulips by andpreposterous, literature
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Red Tulips
Here I am again, writing you a letter instead of working on my tasks
I want the tulips you have to offer
I don't want to lie to you, don't want to wear so many masks
This is not just about my future coffers
Dearest precious and adored ---
From my power and responsibilities I mustn't shirk
I have a thirst for knowledge and learning
But for you and your soul I have a yearning
You are lazy
And it makes me crazy
Do I choose love or whatever this is,
Or security and success
Do I want to be fulfilled or a law whiz?
There's no guarentee with love,
There's no guarantee with you or me
But I come back to being unequally yoked
Would I r
I'll Do What I want by andpreposterous, literature
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I'll Do What I want
I want to be gracious, I need to be kind
We are not the same kind anymore
Where did all the flowers go?
He brought me violets, I'd rather have what no
flowers guarantee.
I'll never understand, and I don't say that to
whine,
but to clarify.
I will never have lived in your shoes, had your
heart.
But I try, I love you.
My God is not your God, though He could be.
You speak of hills and souls,
Oh to transcend to your heart,
and understand your ways is my goal
But not everything is possible for me
Though I love, I do not always understand
The rape of thoughts
the burn of razors on my skin
These things have fled me, and I do not
Strive to Survive by andpreposterous, literature
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Strive to Survive
I want to be gracious, I need to be kind
We are not the same kind anymore
Where did all the flowers go?
He brought me violets, I'd rather have what no
flowers guarantee.
I'll never understand, and I don't say that to
whine,
but to clarify.
I will never have lived in your shoes, had your
heart.
But I try, I love you.
My God is not your God, though He could be.
You speak of hills and souls,
Oh to transcend to your heart,
and understand your ways is my goal
But not everything is possible for me
Though I love, I do not always understand
The rape of thoughts
the burn of razors on my skin
These things have fled me, and I do not