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Dry spells are no good for wishing wells,
Oceans shore never scorned me before,
Yet you’re the one who’s face is now gone,
And a storm ..
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If everything I knew was dead,If I lost my first helping of heart,If the dreams became reality of my jaw detached from my head,I wouldn’t mind,I..
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Who’s the monster the creator or the creation?Is helping myself to a full helping of my heart enough to make you eat yours?Faced with adversary ..
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Flaking paint betrays the wall,The water gets thicker with residue,The floor betrays my fall,The other side losing didn’t dampen you,Here I am w..
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Am I frozen in oil?
Tacky ice doesn’t help me gain traction,
Or have I pushed out too far to sea?
Buried deep with lungs full of soil?
Par..
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Rapture of an outstretched hand,Destruction of the engraved dignity,Deeper into the bed secrets seeped,A growl of hatred that felt like infinity,Goodn..
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Blanketed names to blanket human defeat,Blanketed beds to hide under the sheets,The ocean pulls back the shores debris,Yet the flames aren’t put..
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I can barely remember the sight of my own eyes,
Toiled up in a world where the edge of my sight is closer than the offing,
the forgiveness of myself..
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Driven to a destination of somber disillusion,An oak door rests ajar and there’s just enough breeze to keep it there,Sobriety gains me insight y..
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I’ll get on up out of this tree,Corridor of emptiness,Pine cones waiting patiently for the change of weather,When driving into stone walls do yo..
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