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Go for your walk
I'll smoke my cloves
While you break your promises
While I cook my eggs.
I'll let you take off
And follow whatever
Dreams you may claim to have,
Whether I think they're
Easily achieved or not.
Because one thing I have learned
From this relationship
And every other
Is that I am clinging
To an incredibly
Stupid dream.
That one of these days
I will not be left behind.
So go for your walk
I'll smoke my cloves
While you fantasize
While I pray for a thunderstorm.
©2007-2009 ~gone-sugaring
:icongone-sugaring:

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fuck you for making all my friends hate me before skipping town.

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:iconteenagejesus:
that last line is vicious. i don't know if it's the violence of the thunderstorm or that it's the totaly exasperated, last ditch curse at the person after all the ire of the poem- like you've run out of steam and wanted to go out strong...i loved it and the authors comments is a tiny little poem unto itself

-teenage jesus

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need some hell.
:icongone-sugaring:
i wanted that thunderstorm. he brought his ipod along for the walk and i wanted that shit to get fried haha.

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