Inspired by: Relationships
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A Strained Relationship
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the astronomist
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glossy dreams
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Scream
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Dogs vs. Humans
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Through Your Face (lyrics)
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splinters
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galaxy tango
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Perceptions
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Life Sings Her Lullaby (but I don't yet want to sleep)
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The Amnesiac: A Re-Imagined Memoir
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The Vine
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I must be plain.
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Notes written about this inspiration
This here is where it ends and it’s too late. My feet are planted firm and I’m rooted, I’m hot behind the eyes and damnit if I’m mute, I’m telling you I’m making my final stake. Please just save your breath the day’s already gone And your words feel like hollow vibrations, Now, your eyes aren’t any constellation— Just black sockets filled with cold alabaster stone. And I’d end it all if you didn’t sing So damn softly, and if you didn’t wimper and wail. If you didn’t stand and linger I’d be through. But here I am, and I cringe at my tired bones. All I can do is drag this weight to the man in the mirror and say, sorry old boy, it’s too late.
