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Of painted glass,
A screen is made.
Through it I see
Different shades.
Colors that
Cannot be named.
For words would be
Their beauty's maim.
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When I am disconnected, so far away from you.
I live a little reckless, and struggle from the truth.
But all my misconceptions about who you might..
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This mask, it clings so tight,
of fake smiles and bright eyes.
Flowing through and crossing lines,
Lonelypreys and hides behind.
What might be s..
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In the quiet there is nothing but breathing, a pounding heart, a wondering mind. And then the wind. What is in the wind but air being pushed along by ..
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I wrote this thinking of it more as lyrics than a poem.
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Very random.
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All you want is for it to end.
All the confusion about who you are.
All the loneliness and disconnection.
Your spirit's torn, your heart is broken...
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This isn't so much a story but a random writing of my thoughts on a particular subject.
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What it must be like to experience unrequited love.
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Oh, what an imposition
to wonder your position,
or the state of your condition;
some might call this an obsession.
Are the thoughts inside your ..
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