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Horrowing;Like the dark in your eyesSet back.And I ran to you,Heaving breath by breath,Bathing sickness on my neckLeaving nothing;I hold it all behind..
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Beyond the page,She walks a smoldered age,Crippled and boundBy the covens in her sleeve,Slowly seething underneath the robesOf justice and divinity;Wr..
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Been a while.
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In the waves of a winding soul,
the creature of life surrounds you.
Cold, it beguiles those
who step through the threshold
to lose it.
It ..
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What have we done?
Asimple lotus can't be playing us a song.
And when I notice, I see her
waiting by the wings of a gentle man,
hoping to be free ..
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Something with a mark,
laid eyes on a dream.
It's remnants to seam the edge.
I wonder what may follow,
the creases to be ironed over,
paid fo..
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I feel hurt;like two vandals
and a windowpane.
I feel scorned;
like catching fevers
without their long
found names, but it's
we who write the st..
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Backstage, she waits on pain
and whispers softly.
Her arms a battled background
that remains,
unholy.
"if it were up to me....
if it were up..
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If anyone wanted a word,
it was you.
yet you feed at the bits of nouns
and verbs without regard
until an acronym hits your tongue and eye,
la..
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What happens
to the woman with the dim perspective?
does she lie to her children
about their starry eyed dreams?
What would a poor man give
t..
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