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Searching for a father and mother a runaway and orphan look for a home never to find another over all earth to roam Trash he..

The sky a painted ceiling unpainted white patches remaining Golden rays of feeling Unfinished splotches moisture retaining ..

No movement does it make The immortal sits in a dark corner What some think fake has always been awake To all that knew it, it's been a..

A bit of moss where the bricks cross gossamer grass blanket worn and frayed Dew drops spread, honey sunrise overhead moving clouds a h..

Drink my blood as a toast to a grave in trade Breath air of a living host I lay naked in your shade Washed with spilt blo..

Trap's links held by stone to the bottom of a lake chained Teeth of steel tear flesh crush bone leg chewed off so not to be brained ..

Lost images of the night soften the starkness of days cushioning sharp thorns of fright as the drum of life plays Melting sl..

Are you free or controlled by technology? On the phone a cold machine No curtesy lacking apology just an algorithmic routine A..

How it swirls and billows in the air unpredictable its course and flow It floats in joy and despair without knowing where it will go ..

Seductively lean oily sheen hand in between raising tool of creation All wet steaming sweat wrestling silhouett..