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Somehow lost in [indent]cerulean. Time frozen [indent]I hold onto my breath. [indent]Afraid to allow air to flow [indent]past my lips, for t..

If home is as they say, [indent]where what beats [indent][indent]life lives, [indent]then from my home [indent]I have somehow [indent][indent]..

Lifes� stains smear [indent]the freshly painted sunset inside. [indent]Wet paint drips in multi-faceted drops. Running in swirling ..

Behind the [indent]lenses of you I am painted [indent]in the hues that reflect [indent]us. I drown in [indent]the Pigment that swirls [ind..

Months of silence [indent]drives anguish deeper. [indent]With every moment things are left [indent]unsaid, blood drips [indent]from broken hear..

Your hungry eyes pass [indent]over letter after letter, word after word, [indent]devouring piece after piece to [indent]satisfy the brain. Your ..

I scratch [indent]at the surface of lies [indent]revealed in layers of hardened anger. There is something [indent]buried beneath the fingerna..

With lunch today Insanity is... brewed like tea, in a chipped pot, and poured... It leaks from a cracked cup leaving a ring of brown liquid th..