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  • Artist Info: ?／l、<br />
    （ﾟ､ ｡ ７ <br />
    　l、 ~ヽ<br />
    　じしf_, )ノ    <br />
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    Traveling Song<br />
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    I'm reading them again. The<br />
    ones I couldn't burn. Their<br />
    edges are browned and curled, rippled<br />
    under the weight of <br />
    tears we couldn't cry and<br />
    hands too heavy to hold--dreams<br />
    that we just hadn't grown into yet,<br />
    they hung down over our hands. They<br />
    tell a story,<br />
    nice and linear but broken and senseless<br />
    they're swirling, curving chains of<br />
    "I'm sorry"<br />
    "I love you"<br />
    "forgive me"<br />
    we say the same words until<br />
    they become meaningless and paper thin,<br />
    I'm just tattooing them on the inside <br />
    of your ear drums in the hopes<br />
    you won't forget me--but you do.<br />
    <br />
    Transient. That's what he calls it<br />
    when he ghosts through my arms one<br />
    week at a time, when<br />
    he's nothing but the empty coloring book<br />
    version of himself, leaving me<br />
    with handfulls of crayons and not even some numbers<br />
    to paint by. No wonder we remember him<br />
    so differently.<br />
    I hope I was that for you,<br />
    a sinking feeling that remained in your stomach, <br />
    hung in the back of your throat near your tonsils,<br />
    but it's alright if I didn't.<br />
    I still know where all your birthmarks are, I <br />
    still know where you buried them--<br />
    <br />
    the ones you couldn't burn.<br />
    <br />
    ~ViewerDiscretionsAdvised<br />
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