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Cassandra Litten
- Chicago, IL
- Last Record: 2013-04-15 20:53:37 -0700
- Joined: Sep 02, 2010
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I thought it might be easier, even if only for myself, if my writing was organized into albums of poetry&prose
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we meander down
sidewalks, magically and |
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Here is where And you are |
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Dance boldly but Let yourself fall apart |
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You have crept into my skin my bones my most powerful of defenses, and
left me with nothing... |
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There is a powerful story, |
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Here's my small contribution to this ever-growing song! And I believe that when we dance |
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You sing in |
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I run my fingers through your tangles of hair; you whisper stories into my hands.
“There once were two souls,... |
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You speak in secrets and cradle promises on the back of your tongue and every word is so beautiful, so perfect, so blatant... |
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I sat up straight, |
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There are things that I |
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You stood at that window
every morning towering over the city below like a god; not admiring, not hating, just observing, timing the ebb and flow of activity... |
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Through our entire lifespan
everything reminded me of you and everything felt perfect, because it was you and it was me, and how could it be any less than absolutely p... |
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Je suis du...
The pages of gilded storybooks; the very first things that opened my eyes and lulled me to sleep. Doodles in the margins, and every empty spa... |
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PART ONE:
http://hitrecord.org/records/255762 (read first or this won't maaaake any sense!!) We traveled ‘til the sun rose, when we stopped to rest, he held my ... |
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I will propose a preface
of a most peculiar kind I knew before I started just what I would find -- A life most extraordinary awaited me out there, magick ‘round every... |
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We floated
through the cool, black paradise of the stars. We kissed underneath the light of the meteorites. We kissed amongst dreaming nebulae. ... |
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Lo, the moonshiner sits
gulping poison down, balanced on a bar stool, a king in a booze-brewed crown. Lo, the moonshiner sits, empty bottle in h... |
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This is your life:
built with fiery monuments, grown with hope from hearts that are beating with the same intensity; parallel organs protected only ... |
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You sit outside and
take long drags, letting plumes of smoke escape you, scenting the air with spice that even autumn cannot overwhelm. You used to say "I love y... |
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I remark that I am sad
for the change of the weather-- “But look how beautiful,” you object, and you make a bouquet – red, yellow, orange, brittle leaves for me ... |
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The end of love is the beginning of heartbreak.
The end of heartbreak is the beginning of love. |
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I searched for you
in the darkest parts of the city, newborn star in a galaxy of supernovae. There were miles of sidewalk with nowhere to go, before I found you a... |
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A beautiful recognition is that every tangible thing on the surface of this Earth has a story to tell.
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It’s a thing easily done, living without you.
The day to day routine is the simplest of exercises: Waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night. The in-between is a slur of |
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Before I met you,
you couldn't stop drinking. but then I decided I would love you, hung-over and strung-out and you stopped. Before I met you, you gave up chasin... |
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we are ghosts
of last night. wandering vacant streets, searching for our tombs, peaceful rest. the living creep out of nightly hiding spots, as phantoms wil... |
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Your overcast eyes were fixed
out the window for so long before you gave me a second glance. “The city is dead and ugly, so unappealing.” Fingers curled securel... |
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I wasn't sure of where to go
before being led to you. Your seagreen eyes have wreaked havoc on my heart, left imprints in these tributary veins like footsteps in ... |
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I remember brightly It was raining, |
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i wish to be of the Sky to be th... |
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Quietly, wondering eyes gaze upward to the beauty,
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