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HealingI can still feel your hand on my shoulder. / You against me, / Your touch growing bolder.
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Aug 22, 2010
BubblesAmazing how the bubbles make / Each. / Word.
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Aug 19, 2010
ImpactI feel brittle. / Not in the sense of breaking, / so much as the fear of shattering.
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Aug 19, 2010
Die in the GrindLike a bullet set on it's trajectory, / I'm off inflicting damage. / Some kind of mental mastectomy,
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Aug 19, 2010
I'd Rather StayYou wonder why I don't meet your eyes when we part. / Why I shake your hand and look away. / Why I wave without looking back.
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Aug 19, 2010
EdgesThis morning I remembered the harsh edges of my dream. / There were checkered flannels, red t-shirts, / and some kind of clock just ticking.
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Aug 19, 2010
Show me the StarsIt's been eight years since I've seen the stars, / show me the sky and my wish is granted. / I could hold this world in the palm of my hand,
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Aug 19, 2010
Cosmic KatanaIt's the nonesense that haunts me. The bits drifting in that don't add up. I'm gagging on the bits, it's killing me. / I am all the far flung dreams in me, the hopes that drive the need in me, the need to wake. Motivated. / I'm draining out the dirty water, refilling from purer streams. I'm working my way from right to left, pulling levers. Pressure's building, dust sifting from my imagination. I'm driving myself forward, pain no longer a distraction. The bits of me not fitting, will be drifting. I'm moving off, sailing out into the galactic tide, all the valence specks, frozen in space.
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Aug 19, 2010
Sic Transit Gloria MundiTime to queue up in the line again. / One more moment of wasted time, / is wasting mine away.
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Aug 19, 2010
Waking upI've been spiraling down for a long time now, / It's time to fly back up. / I'm over it, over it, over the bullshit.
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Aug 19, 2010
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