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Future’s
this, Fate, clasping her fingers tight around time’s neck,
Choking life
out of what we all understand to be the normal schem..
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For unburied
occurrences, fatal flaws and mistaken judgements,
Scars that
run deep behind open wounds-
Traveller,
wanderlust- itchy feet-
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We were on our way to Forgotten Country; a land of misplaced
dreams-
We never knew what was going to happen; only Heaven did.
It was the be..
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Of heaven’s breath and royal tastes,
Morning born, and ‘vender scents,
Whispers tied in dayspring dew,
My place in you, is new bo..
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At noon, and the sun blows hotter
than blood from a gaping wound
Sprawling into the street, four
hoses spraying widely across the road
With th..
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The lines are blurry, he cried to me, for when he had gone to search the streets he found them all deserted, with no soul, save for the disembodied so..
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Do we believe in stars?For we have good
reason to,
As one wakes up at the crack of dawn- or
well before dawn,
The one time waited much for, an..
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The soft ones cry out for the coming of
daylight,
And our night passes but in one swift
movement- like there was no night,
Only shadows of dar..
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Suffer their hands to bind them to their feet,Theirs are the ones that danced the dance of time,Tune of the ages-For time bore on their breaths, raspi..
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I hear the warning but I can’t,
It’s more like I'm turning my back on you-
While I see the finger, I cannot deny
I willingly spur..
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