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When you are happy, I am alive. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

When you are happy,
I am alive.

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posted April 17, 2013 at 8:56pm UTC tagged with poetry, spokenword, jonsands, love

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Car is parked, Bags are packed, But what kind of heart doesn't look back? At the comfortablr glow from the porch, The one I will still call yours? All those words came undone And now I'm the only one Facing the ghosts that decide If the fire still burns.
Don't get too close It's dark inside It's where my demons hide . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . CookieDoughFormats

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