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t-t-t-ry to be a seam(less) s t e a mI know I certainly cannot. all the f o t n l a i gggjetskissingkissingclouds-we are,By night, as kn..
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Touching clouds and roundabouts-I'll be a softly shifting snow.Native bridges crumble as they'reEaten by the sea-Consciousness is a whim-A time to end..
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Holes,Small ones, almost pinpricks,Dot fragile forms andGhost lights.Here, a short laughBites your ears-sits on your lungs all day.But you-one who use..
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Catch me and my frozen armsWho've fallen into this embraceNeither of us understand-----------------------------------------------------------------I i..
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Sleepily,Sheepishly,I articulateCities of Worries,Where I place all my love(s)And all my stars.
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In earnest; Blinding lights And Season -al soundsShield we fragile heartsWith glitter in pounds.But in these, clashing , times,(Most of which are ..
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I Bubble over (and out);My pores are a mess of wires and string All Crossed and ConfusedI know I should be past the past But I watch (myself) too clos..
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A waitA fateA time to end things.Im asking for the means to an end;A way to unravel these strings,Seemingly plucked in the rightOrder
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FlickeringLinesAll working towards aDream-clothFor un-superstitious eyes.Time and fingers are flyingAs are the cliches and run-ons
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Your name is a secret Words spoken Left in the wind To fly where they pleaseYour voice is an answer Public Questions Softly solved By a cool, calculat..
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