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The trains streak by as fast as light
And we sit on the bench wordlessly, watching
In a grayscale world
Where rain pours on
And we’re the only color in sight
In the middle of the pitch black night

And when morning comes
People wait around outside
Umbrellas up
And kisses in the rain
Are all a game
Like Double Dutch, and skip, and hop and such

The rain clung to your hair, astray
All of the night and the day
We were walking home
And it is quite a pity
That the moon was crescent in the sky
But it was still pretty
In it’s non-existent, dreamlike way

But daydreams are better than real life anyway
©2007-2009 ~frodo3
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Okay so blah.
I was bored and MAYBE I was daydreaming about Frodo.

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:iconliteraryartists:
faved by padda-daah, founder/admin

and your friend, of course :D

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We write for a reason.
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:iconliteraryartists:
i envy your ability to seamlessly rhym.

great concept and flow

~pd

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We write for a reason.
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Vhy zahnk yoo.
Thanks =)

I am in a weird, weird, WEIRD mood. I feel like a French slasher clone turned into a chicken.

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Flowers are pretty and demented; just like me!

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