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I held my breath under volumes of pressure.

I let my fingertips stain your lips with tobacco.

I followed you secretly to an abandoned parking lot,

Where I died beside flowers waiting for you.


You never smiled or even looked towards me.

I imagined a revolution that will never take place.

And then, here you come, like a dream, entering without conviction,

And so I press my body hard into yours.
©2005-2009 ~BlackTongue
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Just a slight narrative: guy never notices girl that pines for him, she fantasizes, then he does notice and its not what she wants. The first two lines are the best. The rest isn't really that important.

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I really like your style of writing, this is really good

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O Divine Master Grant That I May Not So Much Seek To Be Consoled As To Console, To Be Understood As To Understand, To Be Loved As To Love - Sarah Mclachlan :heart:

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