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It hurts
Scalding, dripping
Wax melting, boiling
Upon likewise flaccid skin-like
Coverings slipping,
It hurts
Bandages being ripped away
Reve..
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Closing my eyes, I slip into that space between dreaming and waking. That ethereal plane where the power of the mind, of wishing, of simply thinking h..
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There is a room, laden with dust. Motes, specks falling through a yellowish hued light. Drifting about in meandering paths, not really going anywhere ..
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There is a location that is sporadic
Erratic
Here one moment, then gone,
Phantasmagoric
Terrifying, horrific
Spontaneous, combustions, fun by the..
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Holding on,
By the barest of threads
Gossamer, spun by crystalline treads
And when the thread stressed, pulls taunt
There is a ringing from the fo..
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Something feels missing
Among these temperate lies
These facilitated ties
Perhaps,
The feeling of absence
Is due to a newfound want
Of acceptanc..
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Perhaps, at the edge of another precipice
One takes a look and imagines the fall-
-ing Ting Tong Ting Ringing
As paperclips tumbling,
Dropped in ..
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Come come, another year has gone
Come come, see what you have brought around
Wrought upon this world, your world
These plains of gold, of myrrh and..
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Associate picture/inspiration here: http://amassparadox.deviantart.com/art/Fading-Away-102986618
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Jotted on the edges of margins
Between pastel-colored thoughts
Of daily routine and splashes
Of vibrancy as seemingly irrevelant
References coales..
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