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skaldspiller Jul 2016
No
You keep asking me to come back to you
I can't because I don't love you
But also because
I can't forget you hitting me
Or bossing me around.
skaldspiller Jul 2016
There's a flood in the washroom
And I cant get ready
So I sit reading you
As I have in many of my recent
Spare moments
You're quickly becoming my favorite.
skaldspiller Jul 2016
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....We just ......hope that you
                                                 ma  de it.

But it never came in quite right
We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.

But I still used to listen everyday
With peo.   ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,

Because somehow it was still satisfying
Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip

And when it would rain,  
aroun
               d this helli
                                sh shoal.

I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
*Cause I'm missing you to death.
Untitled number 4.... brand new. And radio static
skaldspiller Jul 2016
Next year
Tickets somewhere under 1500 round trip
Airbnb 30 a night
Train passes around 100
1 week in london
1 in dublin
Where I might stay indeffinately
If i dont get into grad school
And find a job
And get a visa
Plus spending money.
Anyway the point is
I need to get out of this town
And probably this country.

And maybe
Ill see you.
  Jul 2016 skaldspiller
Collins
What was it like to love her?

It was like running in the summer rain.
No matter how hard it poured.
You couldn't help but stop.
And dance.
Let her soak you to the bone.
Leave you cold.

what was it like to leave her?

Like sleep to the freezing.
  Jul 2016 skaldspiller
E. E. Cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
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