What common sense?! We break everything up to love and hate. And I miss him in and out of every dream and he cannot even sit silent, he only screams. For our minds have never been clearer. I could never have anyone dearer.
Than you.
But I was facing the future with my back when I came here. And I stumbled on my heart just to fall right where I needed to be, far away from my past misery.

by James Flames
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Outside their frame, is where they concentrate the blame.
But it is never the same, when you know the wheel is not spinning.
It is you that I am calling. I can’t have it all on my own. I need to share – every silence, dream and stare. You cannot be compared to anything that I ever needed to beware. I would give you every piece of my share, just promise me that you will meet me there – where every sound is heard loudly and every word is spoken proudly.
Now that I’ve met my recompense, I am still speaking in past tense. My memory is a clear mess. You taught how to play this chess with broken figures. But it is your tactics that I never figured.

‘Regal Twelve’ by Alexia Sinclair
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