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face to face in confliction my addiction fed through agony felt cobalt blue ash caught karma's cold on a brief encounter reloaded in her eyes i ..

uncovered birch seeds never grow for a time i thought i'd see the day when a tree stood strong how wrong was i to believe in magic, so now we bar..

soft spoken anxiety, i bleed for her have need for her yet am i repulsed by her she once stood like a queen amongst the stars proud with purpose ..

counting ripples in a pond a hummingbird buzzed beside me at a lily flowing gently in the wind it looked up and passed me a smile and a whisper say..

stories told inlaid with ice tragedies only in memory in remembering i see your sight behind fractured glasses moments relapse into vibrations ..

has one painted echoes one reckless intent after the next passed forward good intentions unto damnations hands eclipsing perhaps one heartbeat af..

breathe in hope exhale change let go .. everything ..

fade out fade in fading ... solemnly soulful hopeful no mo' remember how the tendons tore bent back my limbs in the rain trying to find change..

buonas noches la toma del niño un sip y un dado que soñan a los vigilantes de la mañana considera los temblores en su sonrisa ..

a distance off the shadow intimately watching thoughts peeled forward and back you pull out that feather trying to tickle a smile all i can manage..