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Story

"Story" Can you tell me the story? I know it doesn't have a beginning and you never mentioned an end but I can't really believe that there ever was a playful middle when the other two ends of that long and heavy rope could have been pulled taut. I mean, really the smell of foreign food wafts through the window every night how can you expect me to sleep when there is that exotic tang right in front of my nose just far enough where you pull me by a string and I can step into a world where everything is not the same. Second person stories are not the same you've got to be there to feel there to live there to know there you've got to smell t

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Story

"Story" Can you tell me the story? I know it doesn't have a beginning and you never mentioned an end but I can't really believe that there ever was a playful middle when the other two ends of that long and heavy rope could have been pulled taut. I mean, really the smell of foreign food wafts through the window every night how can you expect me to sleep when there is that exotic tang right in front of my nose just far enough where you pull me by a string and I can step into a world where everything is not the same. Second person stories are not the same you've got to be there to feel there to live there to know there you've got to smell t

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Valentines - 1

I'm a little puppet without it's strings, Lost in a void of silence yet still falling free, I'm a little gone and thats fine for all I've got is gone, I've been weighed down by centuries of gravity. You found me laying limp beside the porch deck, Only to untangle the wires and strings that kept me chained for so long, You saw that I could walk only one step by one, Yet were still there to guide me when I tripped to fall. When your gone I'm just standing, I'm too afraid to take one walk in front, For if I do and I tumble down the sidewalk, My bruise will be the only one that comes. For every time I shed a puppet's wooden tears, You'll stop

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