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Fingernails dig into the earthI'm hanging off the edge of uncertainty,the wind keeps spinning,spiraling... and it's winningas it tries to drag me down..
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Fingers gripping,a strain in the joints,knuckles painted in white,as they squeeze around my heart...crushing my ability to feel,and shaking every brea..
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From a bed of ashes... she waits,carefully collecting the scattered particlesof who she is, and who she will betaking care in leaving the past behind...
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Intuition, a whisper, when we are most blind,telling the secrets to minds so inclinedto listen... can you hear it's subtle chime?or do you push it asi..
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A heart that burns,flames that rise, swallowing it whole,consumed by runaway passion's flow,and tempered by the breezes that blow,only amounting to as..
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The silenceafter a pillow covered screamshades of burgundy winestain satin sheets, once bright white. Little papercuts stretched from head to toe,pain..
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Have you heard the thunder thrummingunder his pounding hooves...his heart, a fast drumming.Power stutters as he puts it to shame,and everything scurri..
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Waiting.For you, for me, for us to begina sigh,feels like such a long timemoments pass like yearsslow,slower...the ticking of the clockticktock, tickt..
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Jagged splintered nails,scrape at the fleshprotecting my heart,sounds of popping veinsand internal grindingof halfhearted grinsand clear spoken lies.B..
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We realize just how small we are,while the waters of life echo from afar,it's cool touch and taste,sweet, salty, a magical place.And when the dawn spr..
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