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Hours drip downmy windowlike raindrops,trickle slowlyand blur myvision of thecold and wetday outside.I wonder whatit would be likeif every drop werea ..
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I have see your smile reflecteda thousand times across thesedistorted walls in thismaze of mirrors in my mind.And in these silent moments,I hear the s..
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On the back of his eyelidswas a wormhole to aanother world,to a universethat he only everuncovered in thesmall hours of the night.When the night light..
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Shall we go wander,through the wavesof forgotten faces?Through rush hoursuits and suitcases.Come, pause, with meat twilight stations,and see mobilesil..
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She sucked up his words like a Black Hole swallowing stars.Her face glowed in the shimmer of his voice. And his words were luminous, languid, they flo..
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Perhaps we’re only flyingbecause we’re too afraid to fall.Maybe soon I’ll realisethat these makeshift wings of mineare nothing more ..
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I sometimes wonderwhere the anonymous gowhen they’re alone.Do they go for walks in the crowds,merge with the masses of strangersin the mall, at ..
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Why does he dissolve his dreamsin the mistakes of the his past?A shroud ofdisillusionment,A fog of thick sorry memories…Almost in comatosehe wa..
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