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Betrayal by the wrist I take you, "drop the writing utensil" speaking loudly you've no shame as flowing out (betra..

Longing for Presence I'm here, just staring deeply toward your kindest spirit, and wondering if ever I spoke-upwould you hear it or were you t..

Spiritless Jelly (Is it Fair?) tell me, is it at all fair that this coldworld should grind our very bones to bitter dust... leaving us mere..

Shot Down from the Moon as youths we were taught, to shoot towards the moon... but as adults we're told to quit daydreaming and soon... we ..

Reflecting Rightfully looking into the eyes of the wounded, with their backs arched from much heaviness and their smiles cracked from life..

The Known Keys floating in the clouds and searching for an opening, but no pedestrian shall ever gain any entrance... instead follow one'sh..

Dank Monstrosities turn your anger from all of us, let it feast not upon our bones... because we're sotired ofthose dank monstrosities ..

Choking Hazards I'm sitting lonely, as the darkness eats at the lightwithin my very eyes. Surely, I'd love to drink down the stars, ..

Dreams Need to Happen take me to bed for I really must sleep, dreams need to happen andI long to go deep, lay me out peaceful, but try not..

Silent Songs of Frogs slipping out into the night's dark waters, and clinging tightly unto oneanother, neverminding the silent songs of fr..