cavities. (study..)

here he lies, with fire and sorrow in his eyes
waiting for it to pass,
but what he doesn't know, is that it won't go
away, its haunting his ass..
he lies awake half asleep, in cold disappointment and agony
and his body shakes,
as tremors rock his spine.. he looks at the time,
its too late for him to be awake..

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why he continues to think and to sink,
no one knows,
but he does anyway, and despite them, he will stay,
for what.. no one knows..
he continues to reflect, and ultimately dejects
himself.. he fades away..
the sorrow is almost unbearable, but tomorrow will be arable
to sew the seeds of a new day..

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finally it gets the best of him, and he gathers the rest of him
and carries himself to bed,
but the little monster caries in his teeth, they're still growing and they still eat
away at his breath and breadth.
he's right about one thing, that everyone and everyone can see
except he and she..
that despite his teeth stained with words both sour and sweet, they can see.. everyone can see
for whom his heart beats..

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the best thing to happen to him in a long time, and it's about time,
beats in his chest well..
and with the monsters gone, he can find and sit by that pond
and open his eyes once shelled..
it is now, after writing, and it is how, after writing
he is finally aware
of all the rain on their bright days and all the pain in light's way
in which he was ensnared

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cancerous cysts over his eyes, he missed that which he needs in his life,
but falling isn't so bad,
for in falling birds learn to live on a wing, and in love falling is amazing,
in love, falling isn't so bad..
now he can see that falling isn't so bad.