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Tendrils reaching skywardSpreading ever outwardTrying to pierce God.Oxygen is a drug to himA hole in his sideRighting the one in his chest
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Alone in this room with time eating away the hours from whenLove first set it's sights on you with your golden eyesI, with tears and fears alightYou c..
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There's little space leftSo many abstracts fly aroundBut only a few can be caughtWritten onto little pieces of paperThen fed back to the wind
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Breathing in used airThis place is alive, yetThere is no one hereNew ideas float aroundLike snowflakesAbsorbing the feelingThe one about attachmentTo ..
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There is an eye hovering over meNo ears, no nose, no mouthJust an eye, a left eye to be exactI've been making listsAnd crossing off notionsThat I find..
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See! There are philosophersFilling the entire factory warehouseEach scribbling at his own deskAnd the air is fraughtWith escaped pages and small birds..
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The scarecrow stands aloneLonging for the parlorSinging songs to the windAnd I,standing on a world adjacentFind that same songSeeping through the seam..
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Lights!Televisions speaking their best speeches,With the faint sound of robotic music.Everything smells of smokeEverything tastes of loneliness.
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Love is the broken vanity mirrorHanging up on the apartment's wallOr, at least it was until you took it down,And, in a moment of creative geniusThough..
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The Silent world that lies beyond the seaWaiting and watching their silent historyUnderstanding nothing, but prone to laughAt the other silent worlds
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