Soliloqui

i talk to myself.
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    October 29th, 2008ChristineDaily Life

    I’m headed home but I’m not so sure
    That home is a place you can still get to by train

    Oh, I suppose they’ll say I should’ve known
    Or maybe I’m just feeling old
    Like a lawyer with no one to blame

    Oh, well the wind starts to look like her hair
    And the clouds in her bright blue eyes

    So we’re picking up our things
    And we head out in the cold
    And your eyes are where you carry the pain

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    October 22nd, 2008ChristineSongs

    the way the sunlight hits your fluffy pillows
    - so soft and white -
    in the morning and your sweet sleeping face

    bed’s so big and soft
    - like a home -
    no need for the room
    my hair’s messy and you like it that way
    (i like yours like that too)

    keep the ac going strong
    so i can nestle under your sheets
    it’s so warm with you in here

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    October 22nd, 2008ChristinePoetry

    thickly pulling down, still swiftly rising up
    thin wisp of breath breaks beneath the din
    oh Lord! knees shaking to the gravel,
    so vile a deed, you can’t, i won’t, there’s no sin
    equal to such fate, his eyes grow dull

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