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I sit on the edge of cat's iris, writing invisible words and wrestling in the throws with makeshift lovers. I don't feel as I should. Children frolic ..
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I tried to bring the drop of sunlight to the moon’s precipice
Then the vial went dark
I thought my specimen were tarnished, pray, merely dor..
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The technical point of this one was to write down as many random thoughts or phrases as I could within sixty seconds, then take a five minute period t..
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Tales of an insomniac.
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Has ever such an unearthly anger been felt before? A disgust so deep that it takes the light, elegance, and colour out of every possible entity. Rage ..
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The beginning
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Thunderstorms and a cigarette remind me of the child. Her lullaby of wind chimes and sweet giggles growing into a sorrowful symphony that, unbeknown..
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Find me screaming in dark; it all falls on deaf ears. The echoes carry through the halls of this dark manor. I wear a dress of satin despair, sequin..
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His spirit flows the golden light,
A heart in a steel cage,
Forged with sorrows and pain,
The cold brilliance of the passed,
The gears shift i..
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The candles dance on my alabaster,
For once, I am golden,
I quietly step amongst stone angels,
They are in tears,
And bow their heads in my wake..
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