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Is it because we are cut from the same cloth? Reflections of you, the innocence lost. Inflicted upon another just not to feel. By acknowledging..

Finding a reason to live

Oil spill

Gentle tears The reflection of morning dew

morning crisp air blows gusting threw empty pockets betting on the dice

Its bite so, like a venom that pulsates through our veins Straight into our hearts as it pass our lips idle talk with out basis-with out truth spit..

You look upon me with hateful eyes. I was once like you this frail skin lies. I never wanted this stuck in a room. Lost independence having to re..

Within the hollow of frightful screams, dwell tortured souls and unlived dreams, young victims of insidious deeds. With in the deep purple of ano..

Fruit bore of a poisonous tree Despite illusions, bittersweet The beauty easily withered Foundation jagged and splintered Fallen leaves quickly ..

Children's foolish beliefs of recited fairytales Floating though life on the ends of coat tails. Begin an endless chase in pursuit of the wind. Bew..