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One may sit and breathe slowly, if the day will allow, and yet it will be of no consequence in the end.
For night will crawl, as it always has, wi..
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As he closes his eyes,
he can feel her fevered gaze as it falls upon him,
for no one looks at him the way his lover does.
As he see her smile,
h..
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Come to me my love, let me taste of you.
Allow me smell of your parted sheets,
our bodies pressed in fleshly touch,
desire with substance, ease of ..
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Like a cancer I walk this earth.
Pigmented stain upon existence.
Just the last flower to realise it's death,
changing colour to the inky black pool..
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Did you notice yet?
These eyes that turned from blue to grey,
these shoulders hunched through lone, lost days?
Did you figure it out?
That feeling..
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So do I crawl from here on bloodied knees?
Or do I stay within the last embrace,
to carry and to take?
Surely hurt can't last my lifetime.
Surely ..
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If I pause and just listen,
will I hear the last beat?
If I surrender what's lost
will I be forgiving to me?
If the walk that I lived returns to..
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I've walked with caution and with fear.
This virtual backbone snapped as
the dried up husk of heat sapped twig in June.
I've thrashed inside the D..
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Never shall this pass, this twisting of time.
Never shall this last, this hurt and these swine,
that have infiltrated and laid their festering eggs ..
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I'll just stay and lock the path.
I'll just lie in fading warmth.
I'll be dead, as cold and grey,
as the sullen eyes that cast such doubt.
I'll f..
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