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Its passive my friends,the means to the end.Its a start that depends on your heart all depends.On your heart, all depends.If structures can start,but ..
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When the mouth of the trail became its belly,I became aware of my death.So much more than I've ever been,even to the point of laughter.I pressed onwar..
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conceptual beings, as things, as me.
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If you mean what you said it won't work.Fear has deferred to the dirt.For the first time since september,I'm really getting my s**t together,come post..
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I caught you through the window in between painand the prism in the corner of my eye.Glassy net,in webs of catching spiders,widowing their queens.In t..
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In the bottom of my throat,after everything I know,I really don't.Have you ever been thereafter sunset?Shadows growing thinner,collectively,shivering...
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First, the morning after,before all the business,the party in mind to circumvent the sinners.Alone in the ashes the aliens are prayingto a higher powe..
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Goddamned,lying,lying on the carpet"Don't go."Hiding,locked out,hiding out back."Go home."The pilotlight switchflying in the night sky.In your eyes yo..
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A mother on a full moon, confines two son's;the first one blind,the second deaf and dumb.She said theres a city you see,through the others decision,on..
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Trying to paint with words.
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