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Post by Laura on Feb 9, 2006 15:21:17 GMT -6
I get no credit for being so close to the sun all the blues and greens blending make no smile just as round as the rest of them but I'm thundering, I'm way above them
and I can scorn all your love so don't bleed on me.
I can't be filthy but I can't be clean you could scrub all the ashes off of me I'd still be half dirty, the sun smokes and I'm an ash tray but not one seems to care
I can't be the one you pray to there can be nothing special about me I guess you guess believing in a false being is more realistic than believing in something you can touch
I can be touched this close to the sun but I can scorn all your love so don't bleed on me.
I don't like your crying somehow I'm sure you can't feel as heated as me the arguments, the amber sparks, the ambush and the ashes all fall on me
everything falls on to Mercury and I can scorn your love so don't you come crying to me.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Feb 9, 2006 20:03:54 GMT -6
"I get no credit for being so close to the sun all the blues and greens blending make no smile"
Good opening. It sparked my interest right away.
"I can't be filthy but I can't be clean you could scrub all the ashes off of me I'd still be half dirty, the sun smokes and I'm an ash tray but not one seems to care"
That part is really good.
I liked it.
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Post by Sharon on Mar 4, 2006 20:17:49 GMT -6
oh i really liked that. this is my favorite part:
that part really stuck out for me. one can apply it to those who are so set on planning on the future and what's to come rather than see the things happening in front of them in the present. i really liked that part.
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