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motives, connections, sounds.
encounters, rain, and honesty.
what we are, and where we're going.
closed eyes, opening to find a new life.
open eye..
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I close my eyes and tip back my head.
and I can't imagine it.
believe what you will, but the facts,
they are are indisputable.
ignore them or embr..
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A conversation.
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I've already forgotten.
no more empty words
no more goodbyeless departures
coming back around it's easier to see
whatever happens outside makes up..
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like a stone,
dead to the world.
like a rock,
falling through empty space.
but breathe me to life,
or whatever it takes
may your lungs for..
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you.
anything else will as good as shatter
but…you
like I live in a bigger place
you.
every time my blood is pumped onw..
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don't mess with woodgrain
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for my grandfather for christmas, as he's recovering from a stroke.
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cold. hungry. alone, atop a desolate, moving island
a folded, wrinkled memory of you,
grasped tightly between my bleeding hands
why can I not for..
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The black mass bounces off the wall. It’s in the light. It’s in the hamper. Leave it alone and it will leave you alone, but if you mess ..
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