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For all those who've jumped unto the ride of the open minded/close minded, all those who've been through it, I'm going no where.
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Native.
To all lands.
Me.
I feel pressure to the core.
So many to support.
Shoulders bending,
until they connect....
My vision is beginning t..
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I love the look, the feel.
The heavy cold black piece.
The portal from one world to the next.
But, fire is not where my intentions lie.
I hold i..
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Tick Tock Tick Tock,
it bangs away.
The ominous sound,
reverbing off the empty walls...
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My hands shake,
Pin pricks aggravate the grey matter,
Pulsing through neurons,
consuming my nerves,
sending out signals of distress.
My restless ..
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Filling in the spaces between yesterday, today and tomorrow.
The mesh of places where I have lived,
where I began.
In a place of tropical origi..
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An enigma it has become,
the intricate web we have spun.
Masterfully crafted.
Silkened lines we weave.
Connecting one life to another,
search..
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Pay close attention to the details
as I lay them upon you...
The Moon rises,
luminous brilliance in the violet night sky.
Artemis enchants the s..
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The brooke doth babble,
the birds all scramble
in flight,
as she haggles.
So blinded by,
what is naked to the eye,
once they have bloc..
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Fluid motion.
Calming commotion.
Resounding lives passed,
sighs and gasps.
Mumurs in ripples.
Laughter in dimples.
A muse sniffles.
Her tears..
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