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pieces of poetry and prose
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Look into the sky
keep dreaming you can fly
wonder why the sky's done tonight
realize the hour's late
and you come to with for some kind of fa..
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...One, two, three, four...
....Sink...
Heavy and lighter, tired fighter
Delusions, no, confusion. twisting
What's real
Raw fear, I'm resisting!
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Shattered glass splattered on the sunset
Crows bearing down on my every breath
Like butlers, bored and vibrated
Till dusk is gone and all must car..
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Wrote this last year.
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There was something strange in the air. It was thick and unnatural. The birds were fleeing it, is that why they migrate? Not because of the cold, but ..
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