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You told me it was shattered,But I heard you say it was cracked--When I glanced again,It was only dust on the floor.The glass has been droppedThree to..
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The fog loiters beneath the street-lamp,Glancing sideways as traffic crawls beneath.A soul bereft of bodyClinging loosely to this rib of roadwork--It ..
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I feel brittle, paper thin--A hollow figure, my edges of eggshell.I used to be solid, full of certainty and sureOf my wholeness.But now, when I breath..
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After your headlights disappeared I thought I might sleep,Or maybe try to.But my heart refused to be still,Thrashing wildly,Beating the inside of my r..
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The stars tilt in the no-moon sky,Becoming pupils to the watery eyes drippingDown the pane of my window.Cloudless rain flings itself towards the light..
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The sky is utterly blank,A blackness devoid of clouds, stars, and moon;The infinitely dilated pupil of a godContent to watch, ever so intently,Whilst ..
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The man gazed at the weathered sheet of paper held listlessly between finger and thumb, its edges slightly ripped and not a little yellowed. The list..
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A concentrated burst of contentmentA sharp dip in complacencyA rending of the vessel that holds emotion intactThrough the cracks bleeds despairEuphori..
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The stone beheld itself, noting its rough facetsAnd abrading edges. Having been now corruptedBy this crude, intrusive self-awareness, the mineralMay n..
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"The mere fact that I existMost certainly means my lifeHas meaning,"The man proclaimed boldly.The Universe chuckledNone too gently,"You presume much o..
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