

4 29 11amwicker chairs on balconies sketch pads scribbled full4 29 11am
but all the pens are empty now
and he sits there with a cigarette slowly burning down drips to the pile of ash on his pant leg
his eyes are open but looking in not searching he can't find whatevers left
and his memory plays like a tape thats shredded and then badly spliced together
stuttered snippets vague and sanded down blury and shallow as they fade in and out
he's been hypnotized by his confusion once again he has no conviction no direction and


a lovers' prayercome sing to me before we go to sleep and brush your lips against my cheek with soft and warm and loving care to not disturb my sleep when you wake up in the night pull me close and rub your face against my shirtless shoulder press yourself against me let us be so close that even the air between us is forced out and even though the nature of this life will keep us seperated, it won't keep us apart let us walk through life together so close that we don't notice and in the moonlight, under stars wrapped in each other's arms or in the warma lovers' prayer
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-Rob
also - i think i'm in love with you.
and thank you for the favourite.
i like emoticons too
its ryan well i think you get back tonite, i do hope you enjoyed yourself but also fear that the badness you return to. dont forget us all mikey. like in peter pan they say neverland makes you forget.
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
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-Rob
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