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Torn aside, you walk thelace in crescent moon at three a.m, I am still falling, you pass me by, I turn to your laurel lips, curving hips pressed as so..
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Drawing backin a mesh of disease,puddling Sunday's memory,I remember being ofthe ill as the pleased with being bothmisunderstood asunderwhelmedLions l..
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What runs from these moments, leaning in to adjust towards the sun, serving in to settle on a sum of steel, a hood then sixteen surely it was never me..
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This may change...though I should doubt it. Oh, and Happy New Year to all in appreciation for always such my inspiration
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Bottles and midnight tilt in candled opera light across my cold and colorless room..all sins here unfold and have forgotten, as with the daystoo far f..
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Slight hipped in pathologythe ocean patterns mesand-scorched, sound fossilbrims of pregnancywhere blood and day formswhere the severance rainsconcrete..
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Ever so casuallyit happensVeins split into fingerprintsa sieve punctures the heart andbulleted thoughts are followedThe horroring crash ofeverythingyo..
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Let’s leave,you and Inot leavecome winterweaved as ripple thoughtsdust on painter's walls for lifeto greetLet’s walk,as would the rain, in..
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There was a life I recall, it was more than just a page, more than just the wild nature of youth. More than just hands fevered into sunlight,
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To make some distance by end, your life, a voice, the sound of breaking glass, our world, the wilderness of water abortion and the sun barely risen fr..
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