We used to be

My ears catch your laughter And I wish instead you were crying, Just for a moment, A moment What are these thoughts? Should we stay or go? Door open or closed? Do I smother with love Or is it yet not enough? And if you should feel the same Should your mind mimic mine, I still want you to tell me And I'd beg you not to leave.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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