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Looking up,seeing the cloudspass me by...I longed to dive,into, the depthsof the air;into the emptinessof the skies,to seemingly fly. And watch the cl..
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One
afternoon,
upon my bed, the wind
blew… so ever gently.
White curtains swaying
like a girl toys her hair,
my face she’s kissin..
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Look about the rancid ground,
grey feathers a thousand.
Green yolks, cracking shells,
little eyes that can’t discern,
so do..
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Arguments with reflections intense disconnectionsa mirror talking back in malicious fashion; blood, trickles between the silver and the glass, a min..
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