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it's slightly amusing;
how your eyes were blinded
whenmine could see it,
like mirrors and reflections lied to you.
but i watched your face
as i..
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comfortably
chapped lips pursed in thought
rhythms of sound from the speakers
to mask deniable realities
there is trembling of shame
no other o..
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Tornado: - noun: a violent outburst, as of emotion or activity.
Just like a tornado, unfamiliar, frightening, destructive to several lives, and there..
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January 20th, 2010
Owen,
I’’ve decided to write yiou letter.s well, type you a leter is moer the correct term. It’s been 20 days s..
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she sits alone in the darkall that is seen is the lightfrom her incence
the air is warm but she is cold
an evening of empty itineraries
the sme..
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I tie my shoes as tight as I can.The journey ahead is long, challenging.My legs need to propel me forwardAs fast as they can,As far as they can.As I b..
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it's about finding pleasurein the simplest of things;the touch of your own footagainst the paw of a cats,or waking up knowingyou've lived another day,..
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The distance was incredible.
The waves I endured; astonishing.
Several times I drowned, it seemed.
But it only seemed.
Because I was still alive,..
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