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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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Charmless grey clouds gather likesmokers on a night out, their huddleblocking shock blue from my viewTheir spring offensive Agitated in thatI want to ..
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Fever dream wordsmiths spin honey sweetpoetry drenched with pungent poignancyLonging for enlightening agony to strike likewhite lightning as they pace..
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In motion (only part finished)
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Manic, red and hot, struck likethe Iron of God Scribe No momentthat cannot be a flood of pagesNot perfunctory, for that is BlasphemyYou gather verse f..
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