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It's time for winter. :)
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The leaves are turning grey, and my feet are desecrating their piled congregations as I trudge towards an undetermined destination. The air has a fri..
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The gray drizzle,Dripping from the blinding cracksOf the storm,Gently erodes the world around me.Streets, sidewalks, traffic lights--They are all worn..
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I don't even have the motivationTo put my hopelessness onto this page.I'm just sitting here, shoulders stooped,Letting the tears drip into my mouthWhi..
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The face looking back at me is one to be loathed and avoided; I can see the pain in those stooped shoulders, the weight beneath the eye-brows. Even t..
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Beneath the clench of my jawLingers the taste of either bloodOr sweat--I suppose the delineationIs trivial.My heart beats a bitToo nervously,And my sk..
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Worn and somewhat cracked, the sidewalkBeneath my bare feet offers no complaint;Quietly bearing the maculae ofFire-work stains and bird s**t,All conne..
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A short pondering.
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That one momentWe fail to thinkMay be the one momentWe spend the rest of our livesPondering, regretting--Funny, isn't it.Of course, it isn't--Irony is..
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In Michigan, just writing on an especially breath-taking sunset.
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