Manipulation
When you know the right words to use, Which will give the response you suspect.
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krstp
21. Nomad. Wallflower. Die-hard friend. I am seeking my Great Perhaps.
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We live on. We survive. Even if for long periods we struggle to see a life beyond these moments some day you just sit listening to songs that remind you of those struggles. Then you know.
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Dreams
at this point in the evening the music slopes down, drops us in to a meadow away from our bustling daytime city.
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Very Peculiar
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from; this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.
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Our Meadow
NOTE BEFORE YOU READ: So I set a little goal for myself today; to find a piece of music and write a story which could use this as a soundtrack…obviously I realise that it’s not the way round they do...
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Homeward Bound
If you stare long enough at the lights they get that great photographic blur, bokeh, which always makes the scene look deeper and far more interesting than it actually is.
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Very Peculiar
As I climbed through the hedge it was clear this was not where I had just come from, this was a strange, peculiar place where everything would be different. Most likely it would be better.
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Blue Eyes
They were so hard to find, Protected them by hiding away, You held on to the fear, That someone would reveal, Things that you had buried Ocean rims of blue Sharp blades of green With jagged hazel...
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Nothing More
Whoa, hold on, don’t move, I beg, don’t speak.
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Wash Away
Just because the rain Pounds, thunder sounds Just because the storm Has turned torrential It won’t stop me From reaching you.
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As You Showed Me You
How is it that you were so important. Were the qualities you possessed so special.
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A Different Kind of Home
Maybe for those of us without a home to point to, nomads, we use music. It anchors us the way a home town would.
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Cry Your Eyes Out
Jump, jump, jump down Jump from the cosmos above From the black, the silver dust From the imagination of God The endless, limitless bounds Come and stand with us Stand with your chest puffed out Lock...
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Until We Meet Again
As our time comes to a close My dearest hope is to return For these times we have had Though so short and dear Are some of my most favoured In recent years.
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Death. It hurts because there is nothing like it
As I have noticed that very few people including myself like reading a book where the love interest dies in the middle of the story.
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One Day
Once there was a day when “enough” never came my moments were mine not to be shared, enjoyed on my lonely.
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Can’t Find My Way Back
I’ve seen the Adjustment Bureau. I’ve only seen it once. But I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve gone running through door after door, clinging to my hat. I chase bread crumbs dropped by you.
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Here Goes Everything
Bright afternoon light trickles through the trees and speckles across the simply dressed garden table. I try not to meet your blue eyes but I can’t help but stare.
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It’s About The Next Moment
In this grand house there are many rooms. I have slept in them all. Perhaps only for a single night. No matter how long I was in there I drew on the walls.
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But For Now, Here We Were
Today, in the meadow, we sat silently hugged in the green light, the bright sunshine shone down, your soft skin was warmed and by mid afternoon was brushed pink.
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