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I was the fertile plain
You were the stubborn fruit
Hanging from a bough
The space in between
Was a glittering lullaby
The sun's soft embra..
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God is something that wants to escape secret after secret,mind alone, only...only mind aloneShe, dressed in immortalitya strange vi..
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This is my longest poem yet so bear with me guys!
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The strange company found in poetryFlying with timeless spiritsTalking with the living deadSitting on the world's windowsillwhile being intimate with ..
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The infrastructure of your gazeis the lost citypeople can only see the relicsbut they dream about having lived it
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If you look at me, your gazewill turn into orphaned eternity.I am the most essential opportunityso that you will know yourselfIn a room without mirror..
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The pain has become a cruel playground,smoke and mirrors.Behind the scenes,I don't see people doing anymore...I see people being,or not being.What is ..
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Do you know what you want to do?Dive up into the sky so blueGrind your bones to make glueTo stick to nothingWhat awaits in that bright, emptyroom with..
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Dead man walkingValley to valley
At my finest hour...sitting in a room,staring atmyself sitting in a room...My willis amalaise, a hot summer d..
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Even the smoke I inhale
Is more substantial
Than you.
It caresses my face,
And takes up more space,
The kingdom of mists versus th..
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