grace-mcquillanWhisper

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Dear Population of Social SpongesHalf-moons turn to full as my eyes flutter open / The white hot light is disorienting. / My fingernails are the first thing I notice
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Feb 29, 2012
Gone awayDiamonds fall from my eyes every now and again. / They shatter in my palms / And leave trails of black soot.
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Jan 11, 2012
Little soldier boyIf only for once, / You would take off your armor. / You'd shine so brightly.
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Jan 11, 2012
GreyWhen I get grey / Sight and sound will be distant / But perhaps this is for the best.
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Jan 11, 2012
What is the meaning of life?I am a useless being, / Really. / It's grim to think,
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Jan 11, 2012
UntitledAnd if not for tomorrow, / At least I have today.
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Dec 12, 2011
To Each Their OwnWe as humans have the burden / Of choice / To love
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Dec 12, 2011
I Need More QuartersI walk around from place to place / and I see beauty / and I cock my head
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Dec 3, 2011
Just made it up on the spit spot, and I don't have a title.I'm spending money on things I *hate*. / Meanwhile I change from day to day. / And I can't quite figure *it* out.
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Dec 3, 2011
Ungodly DeedRip me from my home, / Drag me along the asphalt / I’m begging you,
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Dec 3, 2011
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