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The end will be,
When crooked teeth
Sink into flesh of us.
Our speechless stare,
Into the air,
Replaced by clouds of dust.
We need a stop
O..
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There is a love out there.
Existing not between crumpled, wax covered sheets of paper that hide from reality, nor in the ever-changing pictures on..
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I’ve seen you naked.
Glancing in a pose
More beautiful from head to toe
Than anything I’ve never seen.
A breathing portrait to which..
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My father was an actor who would often take my sister and I with him on his nightly walkings of the dog, mostly on weekends because of our respecti..
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You were the intensely slow-burning cigarette
Of my summer.
You evaporated so slowly
As to not be see by
The naked eye
Creating an oblivion
In..
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As I sit, alone, in my car pouring smoke from the depths of my soul and matching music to my mood, I am exploring my wire crossing brain. The vision..
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As it ends, sometime around sunrise,
Or at least that’s when your forced to admit
That your lover will leave
And you stand, at the end of h..
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I dismiss it as a lack of sleep,
Buts its so hauntingly more deep.
A little shut eye just subsides my shame.
But a lack of devotion ,
And life&r..
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It’s a Wednesday night
And I expectedly find myself sitting in a car
Making pointless conversations
With the closest thing I have to a comp..
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There must be an angel out there
As corrupted as a money-hungry politician.
And angel whose crooked smirk
Could only represent that of one who ge..
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