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Sometimes…
Words, faces, moments, seconds; flurries of consciousness shake me from my head. Leaving streaks on the conscious mirror of my ..
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I keep on letting paper ships go off into the night, as if their safe return was somehow my god-given right. Should I really be surprised to find them..
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God grant me clarity, because that's all I've really been asking for.
Like a wish list of ambiguity, I can't blink and my eyes are sore.
All I..
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So I guess I'll give it all until there's nothing left, "a poor man makes a sacrifice". This headline doesn't read as theft. This breathing quickens s..
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Raven hair alights the wind,Above turquoise moons and twilight skin.She in my night's sky,Her warmth like snow;Which on the breeze of winter's wind do..
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Looking forward we must also look behind; to become the people we wish to be, we cannot lose sight of our former selves.
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When real-life hits you and people move on, where will you fit in?
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We all share the same fate.
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Bodies are burning and days are the ashA soft death I feel; my heart is mere glass.Transparent but dim, where are the hands,I thought would dig deeper..
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Here's to hoping that they will still love you for the man they didn't think you'd be.
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