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Misshapen
flames set to no tune,
Inflecting
their light upon the
Paper.
Seated under heavy thought,
Memories
roam still as night ..
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Gentle doth this mid-wind feel
Where eyes hath left their perch
In search of land upon which I kneel
In bless’d shade of thee, ..
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Scatter me across the sky,
Piece by piece to wander near.
But not for thy sainted eye,
No longer may thou rest here.
Two stree..
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Today I am the wall, in the flat opposite.
In here lives a man and his spouse, oh and a
Tiny yet cute little mouse. Every evening this
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It wasn’t just that the wind blew cold, it was the way the
clouds followed its path. It’s every movement mirrored by the deepest ..
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Often I write
When the clouds all gather and loom,
And the doors, they shake with anger,
As I must escape this household doom.
Oft..
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These streets stretch wide, curling up into the clandestine
shops, hidden beneath the shattered streetlights. It’s dark. Too dark to ob..
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A simple man
of simple pleasure, described that way by most. Truth is different, yet I care
little for the opinions of others. My attention ..
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Dust forms the suburbs.
Houses for steps to an Arcadian skyline,
A windows view in the lattice of nature’s
branch.
Attenti..
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Her emptiness is lowered
Into the tear stained field of fallen souls.
My cheeks become the surface for an inner pain
As all I hear ar..
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