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We are but streams of atomssaturated with strange beliefsrituals and rants, circuses of meaningless blatheryet we follow trodden footpathsto the same ..
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The night closes down its comfort zonedrowning in the dusk of musk scented sleepalone with wild energies seeking solacein strange arms, unknown banter..
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In the bowl where beauty liesenriching its in its glowremains an enigma that drivesdeep shadows to the surfacewe don't see everything we wantto see or..
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It was, after all, an internet rose,selected from google images,carefully placed in a pool of succulent wordsvanilla bean and gooey smoothnessbordered..
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Im done and dustedpacked away in a shoeboxof transparent memorieswhat was last night about?delicate dreams in filigree flightcrisp as lettucecrunchy t..
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Walls of reinforced steelreserve, packed highwith political ambitionsthe steps leading upinto the night sky of diamonds,for prayers from the pulpit of..
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As deep and rounded as the entranceto a vast cave receding into emptinessof the minds magic, the corridor stalked,stalked the living and the lost with..
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The alleyway was dark and dustyplastic wrappers clinging to cornersof depression , escape trapped by wind shiftsswirling in the tunnels of hope,desper..
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Does stillness echo in the heart of quietness?Beating rhythmically churning old memoriesInto new shapes of pain, soundlessly stealing timeWriting its ..
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filigree fibresnetworks neuronssplitting hairspumping digital maniacsacross countless spheresconnecting wise and wantonsplit second messagingwe live i..
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