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Deep deep deep down,burrowed in the hearts and souls,wormed and hooked, thread-by-thread in the unconscious,there lies all our monsters and distortion..
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Sitting, foot swinging,two stories high.Wind blowing,swaying,relaxing,sweating,while looking down...Fear of falling,but this heart is steady-Breathing..
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Goodbyes are overrated,people make so much drama,but when it comes down to it they are already out the door.There are no kisses, no hugs, no letters, ..
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It seemed that today the world wanted to reflect my turmoils, as if that was what it thought I really needed right now. So here I was standing under a..
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Her eyes sparkle like stars shine in the darkest of nights,hair curls past her shoulders,like golden smoke from an airy sigh of a well beloved god dur..
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I lie back in a bed woven from the threads of Past drifting down the river of present of someone else's life into someone else's future.Our fates are ..
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Voice softlynear silencegrowing and crushingunder its own weightbreathfilling the lungs until they near burstnot enoughclawing and drivingthe stake st..
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Raise your wrists, clench your fists,tuck your chin. Roll your shoulders,bend your knees, tighten your elbows.This is no longer a man's fight...The..
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Words can be bold,encrypted,colored,and disfigured,meaningless,yet meaningful.Words are weapons to fight,shields for defense,magic to enchant large au..
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She had a heart that danced
And could grow wings on its own
That raced with poetry through her veins
Tears that dripped of gold
Fingertips stained..
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