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four sides two dimensions paper thin a character of life looking out nowhere in particuler boxed in open only when the pages are read alive..

late night banging out thoughts i'm restless a mess with everything i said soulsonic pitch a missing piece of me who was it i did see - speaking ....

laugh as they did they never knew the true perogative for why she cried she told me once with her eyes that she hurt inside but the pain she felt ..

they called it modified sunshine a glimmer of light broken through panes of stained glass reflecting crimson arrows on vagabond street corners ..

page me leave a message at the sound of the beep maybe i'll get back to you maybe i'll get back the mood maybe i'll slow down with time and forg..

so it happened my eyes opened to a whisper upon the soul I placed on the precipice of time to bare witness as his greedy hands reached for the fru..

thank you i needed to here those thought’s broke off a king size helping off crow and fed it to me raw choked me up on the memory that we wer..

Smoking sunshine blinded by the day tears shed tears shed hearts bled hearts bled... when will the madness end? happy tunes.. NO just sad song..

I wanna fly cast care aside and glide on currents escape those prying eyes clearing way for dreams as i live i die with every moment ..

starchild i'm waiting on the world to bloom let me follow scattered petals down your groove on checkerboards dancing making zen moves this is my..