Anxelin
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smoke scenesA Poem by Anxelinburning sketches liftinglike smoke in the skycrying our namesto be heard they will cryto be seen and be reachedmany souls all belowburning and lifting.. |
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heaven's dustA Poem by Anxelinmy favorite kind of weather |
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death bedA Poem by Anxelinthud , thud, thudpounding in my headfrom a heart upon this bedit's racing too fastslamming wood doorsthe pounding headachesit has madelike an earthqua.. |
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chasing thoughtsA Poem by Anxelinrunning down corridorssearching for keyssearching for thoughtswhich I want to keepstumbling aroundI fall to the groundcold blue wood panelingis circli.. |
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perfect logicA Poem by Anxelinyes it is |
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memoriesA Poem by Anxelinhaunting every nightevery day, every minutedigging up the pastto rebury itfinding your lost clues,you lay it to restyour heart, your thoughtsforever t.. |
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I am thereA Poem by Anxelinin these eyes |
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