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FissureWe have buried the (((center))) of our being in layers of rigid hypotheticals, / pouring the cement of impossibility and refusing to drill deeper for / fear of an oil spill, an explosion, the expulsion of a dormant soul.
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Feb 13, 2015
ThoughtGraveswhen you hate yourself so much that you can feel it in your bones / and nothing feels as good as the tightening around your throat / and physical pain is just a distraction from the empty darkness in your soul
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Dec 26, 2014
ventriloquyI am as empty as they come / a ship with holes in its floorboards; / life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness.
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Aug 4, 2014
awakeningHe opened doors to both Heaven and hell / but contradicting conflict is preferable to the purgatory of false confidence. / I numbed my soul with constructions and sudden reality is jarring.
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Jul 6, 2014
jealousyShe swings upon her crooked pendulum, / her eyes burning with a scarlet fire. / Her white dress cannot mask what I know to be
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May 20, 2014
unanticipatedI used to hide out in blankets of ice / behinds walls of steel / reading a book written in his blood.
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Apr 13, 2014
Small GiantAlthough my height has not grown in years, with every day that I grow older, with each experience, I feel farther and farther away from the ground - head racing towards the clouds, yet body still somehow planted on foreign land. / *-lf-*
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Mar 23, 2014
reject's caveI should have known / that it would amount to nothing. / - you wanted to dig for diamonds
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Mar 9, 2014
Poet's TownLife. Eyes. Skin and blood. / Need / Just a little pain
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Mar 9, 2014
90AVulnerability is crying in public on the bus ride home, / trying desperately to avoid the wandering eyes / only to end up sitting beside a fellow apartment tenant.
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Feb 19, 2014
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