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As the sweet wind touches my face,
I lay my head on the cotton clouds of peace.
Where tranquility fills the place,
Where the intimacy of silence ..
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Some days on Sundays, it rains.
The silence fills the room again. And later whispers and voices.
I search for moments lost in time, moments of j..
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As I think, words form through ink.
Transporting my mind to a paradise of its own.
Where words are distanced by spaces, sentences distanced by lin..
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Lights flashed and time passed. Four legged structures burdened by the weight of man. Like granules of sand, slowly but surely feeling the room. Music..
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As I toss and turn. Peace found no return. Everyday I would run fast, trying to avoid the memories of the past. Some things I wish I could change but ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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A thought that I was never taught. A decision made in confusion, that led to a single conclusion. With a feeling of spectrum, having deeper meaning. I..
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I stumbled over my words, and my heart is racing against my mind. An internal conflict arised, leaving all logical reasoning behind. The gap shortens,..
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I tried but my impulse rised. I read but i could not get ahead. I thought much but nothing came forth. I lied but I did have pride. I wandered far but..
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Heavenly sent I may be mistaken. Left on the earth am I forsaken. With a higher purpose, shall I seek guidance. Words of authority and a over flow of ..
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From years to years, as I wait to become hers. From months to months, with dominant mouths. From week to week, as the weak break. From minute to minut..
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