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They seem further away like a locomotive pulling from a station, with a wave and a single tear, Serving well the myriad conceptions of inner c..

Its good to see it in its purest form, hanging from an arm, peeking for a view, a smile inviting an warm opened to something new, innocence kno..

Below Fifty degrees jumped in the camo fatigues fitting apparel for the jungle and the NYPD Street life, honestly is a correctional commodity ..

I don't know about you but I'm tired. I want the next stop off. It's not fun anymore. I must have been crazy to come here, why would anyone wa..

I will not associate it with the color black. It is transparent and real, a void of confusion left to fester in the deep recesses of the mind. ..

Separate me, every atom of my being, place me among the lights and sounds I do not see, I do not hear. Move me where Snow peaks reach mother..

I see a changein the eyes, firmer brow, no longer the softness I've come to know, harder still, the words no longer heal, abrasive beneath th..

Nature should make you feel, my thoughts wander in air after catching the scent of something good, after rain wet wood does that to me, and I..

Yes, they did not know, taken by surprise, purged of innocent and of the pure, sculpted into the mature. All thoughts on class and war, deeme..

I occupy your space, miles away, that small dark space, in your remote corner of insecurity, from the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse lik..