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Puffing a cigarette on the outskirts of the windy-cobbled pathBeneath flakes of white petals The salt-and-pepper hair Greased into imperfect waves of ..
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Facts become nothing more than wavering intentionsA seize of emotion transformed into a justified afterthought
Making it ..
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With slow-moving, ache-filled legs, they shuffle across the green-colored lawn simply to get to their time-slotted destination
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The saddened city covered opens to the lamp-filled streetsIt seems as if the fifty thousand so and so get lost within the beatsSinking lower into the ..
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He, drags himself out of bed limping with invisible wounds to the
reflective bathroom so that he can stare at his creased, worried face,
as he bru..
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I slip into the honey-induced coma meant only for me under a pretense of being whole again. I succumb to the so-called sweet honey that swirls incessa..
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Plucking its strings happily, etching
its memories into my sore fingers, feeling the fragments of song embed
itself into the empty crevices of my ..
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Boxes become my worst nightmare, the constant paranoia, the biggest
bully in the grade, the looming fear grinding into desperate reality,
the over..
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mastery of flight suspended in weightlessness, aboard the steel-winged contraption flying through the curtained sheet delivering the scripted performa..
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I come from the clanging of steel-rimmed, pyrex pans, from little pockets of fame hidden in stowed away placesfrom the shade casting pounds of relief,..
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