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The steam rises off the pavement as if to confirm yet again that this is surely hell on Earth Doomed here to roam I feel my immortality my pa..

I would let you worship me whichever way you'd like but you only seem to call when I am sleeping Hours spent waiting for a word -- what are the..

How strange that someone's face in a photograph can knock the air completely from my lungs He always did leave me writhing on the floor a fis..

I wonder when the wedding is -- as if I have a right It's not me who will be standing by his side dress of white smiling It's not my ring..

You resurrect my heart like Easter Sunday and I don't know what to do with the newfound drumming in my chest We do our best to hide as if the ..

I want to tell her that every time it rains in the summer I still think of her -- Those violent thunderclaps remind me of her for eternity wrapp..

There is a single red rose growing next to his door step and half of me considers this to be a sign as I sigh and gather myself for this whirlwind..

He said it would be better if he had never met me and wonders why I take offense - We are all just children masquerading in these grown bodies..

Our torrid love - Violent not with hatred But with the ferocious grace Of a leopard's kill Or of the ocean In the midst of a whirlpool - Has now..

Look out your left eye Then look out your right Different views contained within us The universe inside Galaxies of synapses Comets of endorphins..