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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
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Set the blazes of a burning candle to the sky,
And watch the fire spread through the clouds like water through rocks.
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Like leaves, they drift.
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Top hat falling through my fingers like black and purple sand.
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Sworn secret mothers
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~*~Call me not by a false name,
But by the carving of a stone.
Heaven sent with wings of gold,
Would not leave me here alone.
Follow that path of ..
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Muse
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Like ordinary ticking, broken clocks, you only think of mortality when time stops.
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And thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
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~(~It's slow, like a heartbeat put on hold,
It's fast, like a dream that will never last.
It's the cold rain in the spring,
And the red droplets sp..
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