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the epitome of human perfection;
realized since the world waged war -
for the second time.
eyes shimmering in a cerulean hue,
with a look of such ..
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without a fix,
words flow on in a semblance of rationality,
as all balance is lost under a pretense of vigor.
under the influence,
the pulse of my..
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realization hit me like an axe in the chest,
(i want to be smaller)
just moments ago.
(i want to have a baby)
i am one of those people;
(i want t..
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substantiality weighs heavily upon the soul and worried mind,
as we gather in the corners, dripping ugliness and secrecy.
holding on to our pathetic..
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kind perception is an act in which i am far from endowed,
as mahogany eyes flood, entirely void of faith,
and realization sets in; civil endeavors a..
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days and hours drag by in a pitiful charade of potential,
with body and life intertwined in a consistently vanus state.
the mind locked, spinning re..
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my love burns line a sixteenth century cliche
brilliant in intensity, as a myriad of suns
keep a steady tenure, your hands clutching me
gaze long e..
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the brain, in it’s arrested state, is simply wasted mass.
numbers flood in, overwhelming in their absurdity,
never quite measuring up; always ..
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and still i can feel it; can feel you.
those flecks of gold, fallen from cerulean eyes,
along arms and upon each molecule of my skin,
and i a..
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