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There was
a long pause...
between
words,
the unease
of nerves
and a dream
of black sheep
being,
gathered in herds,
I still couldn't ..
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We travel in small circleslove in short supplybetween coffee and angry faceslets us skip the politenessit is only airwe constantly brushupon the white..
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A walk upon sea shellslightly in step alongtheir Jagged waywhite sandsmark the intrusionamongst a sea foam sunsetengraving footprintserased by the rel..
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At times like evening
shadows our intentions lead
around the bend daring
and unprepared
we brave an unknown
and with every step
a clearer pict..
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We are here again
the sky a dark grey
heaven far away
as we walk upon transparent concrete
hell below our feet
magic dust in ragged winds
we a..
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I watch as you sleep
and wonder of your dreams
are they of me?
your even breaths
upon my neck as
we lie in the moonlight
of our restless love
..
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A struggle has loosened its hold, no life left in a spark, I sit in dark corners of conception...and it will end,pen to surface tension,every mark of ..
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So many sit on the shelflike relics of another agefar removed and over-exposedtreasures now covered in dustlife no longer measured in breathsonly wind..
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Words lie dormantbeneath the feetlike discarded gumturned black bythe rush hourof realities windsand yet we reach tofree them from their grave,we are ..
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Vagabonds were meantto grace Vanity Fairwandering from frontto end, tambourineand gypsies in tow,we of gritty teethand poverty, we aretrue to our arti..
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