gabriel-berminghamWhisper

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UntitledThe West is drowning in vanity. / The East is lost to greed. / If only the middle was a content place.
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Jul 15, 2013
Father's DayI've had the hardest time trying to be a man, the one my father taught me to be. I never understood why he was always so tired, but now I've been searching for sleep for the past three years. The bags under my eyes are the same as his, and I thank him every day for the pride he's given me in a world full of distances and disrespect.
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Jul 15, 2013
Dome LightsI've laid tracks in my head that will take me anywhere. / Anywhere / But I can't bring myself to take a step.
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Jul 15, 2013
May 3rdNext to me are people clad in black, / lost in a reverie that you gave us. / There are strong women doubled over,
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Jul 15, 2013
SpinningEvery few years I feel the need to see what else is out there. / In the past, it has caused my friends to grow up, while I reset and spin in the same circuit redundantly. / Every time I hear about their lives and success, I smile and shed a tear.
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Oct 25, 2012
My Autumn SunflowerYou remind me of the fall, when I don't mind spending my days sitting in the shade. With my coffee and smoke, I spend all my time thinking about all of the days to come. / With you, I can smell the leaves that fall so the trees can get ready for winter. / The amber, melon, and dusk rainbow that blows across our view.
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Oct 25, 2012
Base RoleI've never held any stock in aesthetics. / What mattered to me was the sweat and tears that I bleed that help / push those I love to higher ground.
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Oct 25, 2012
DowntownPeople always say you're overcrowded, / Piled up high, because there's no room / to spread your arms out wide.
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Oct 25, 2012
StrainedI don’t remember getting old. / When did the days get so cold, / And all the things I used to care for not matter anymore.
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Oct 2, 2012
Growing Up Before Growing OldI’ve given up a lot of things for love. / A few I have rid on purpose. / But there are things that I never realized I gave up until I no longer wanted them.
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Oct 2, 2012
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