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She cries through her stark eyes; begging to be saved.She sips the burning whiskey to be brave.TOUCH MEShe lies beside him, her cheek resting on his b..
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It is what it is, that's what they say to me.But is that what it's meant to be, supposed to be- Is that all it can be?The cold hard grip of being defi..
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I don't know if this is a poem. I don't know what this is. But this is what happened to me today.
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There are specific pauses I had in mind when you read this, but I just didn't know how to show them.
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I don't remember writing this.. And I'm not sure if it's done.
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The pouring rain a melody, it lulls the mind to sleep.
Each droplet, an added instrument, plays to the darkened clouds that weep.
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Never staying in one place for more than a few monthsThey call me a runnerAlways moving forwardCautious steps only a thoughtFootsteps hasten, pounding..
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As I sat atop the old stone water tower
The sun began to fade
Slowly, ever so slowly
And to only my dismay
Exhaustion takes them over
And slo..
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Torn between numbness and pain
Death and life struggles for the upper hand
Speechless and drowning
Neither is winning
Alone to fight
No one not..
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The heart sees no moral,
And is clueless with time.
But picks a friend regardless,
One who is simply divine.
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