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The smallest room, the loudest heart
Together in one sentiment
Together in the dark
Hands that hold so fondly
Hopes have grown together
In ten..
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If a writer breaks their wrist,
if a boxer breaks their fist,
if a painter lost both eyes,
if a poet ceased to cry,
would a heart then cease to..
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F**k. It's exhausting,
when your relationships
feel like a tower of wooden blocks.
And like. In your interactions,
as you try and build higher,..
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She spoke soft sonnet, thin and meagre winddancing on the tongue of a desert She reachesgreen fronds This last masqueradeEntranced by eyes descending ..
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The pain was infinite, like the acheof a parting kiss between loverswho - though deeply enmeshed -know they're set to walk on twoseparate paths for an..
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Shopping for Cereal Now You're Dead [Journal Entry 1 / G L Warbaton / 01.06.2015] - Confession. I never really appreciated what drudgery and horror yo..
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Was our story one quick kiss?Something given in drunkenearnest, barely Boson detectableLike, particle collider passionPop, stopNext years dalliance al..
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I can't be the answer, nor can I be the hopeBut I could be the conversationthat holds you on the ropeJust little words, one step forward,two for safet..
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No matter the niceness, something inmy spirit is froth and fang, foam and rage...no matter the eloquence I muster on the page,I need to find an outlet..
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My girl has apparition eyes, two crystal balls,says she speaks to the ghouls in the riversand seas; sets 'em free for the realm of hopeand mercy, on t..
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