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MortirYou carry me down the hill with the moon / nestled deep within your pockets. / Your warmth resounds deep into my hollow
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Oct 6, 2013
The WindYou never realize the presence of solitude / until the wind ceases its tirade. / Slow kisses against your skin, raising ideas
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Oct 6, 2013
LavaThe jagged rocks flow through the air like daggers laced with the most toxic of poisons. Adverted eyes avoid the abyss of spewing lava for fear of being burned. Those in the path of destruction, they are the unluckiest of victims. Monosyllabic stones of hopelessness find their way to the scarred skin, bloodying the bloodied, breaking the broken. The volcanoes are worthy of repugnant titles, sharp like their tongues or decaying like their souls. The victims should run, should cry, should lash out against the lava, protect themselves. But everyone says that if you choose to live at the bottom of a volcanic body, you are already dead. The lava will only harden you, despite attempts to remain cool in your passivity. Lava burns, and no amount of composure or preparation can protect you from the overwhelming presence of hatred and intolerance; the hating fire fueled only by oxygen.
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Oct 6, 2013
Spontaneous CombustionLosing touch without the warmth and life of guiding light, / slow tendrils beckoning your every whisper and sigh of bliss, / coupled hope, unsolitary solitude.
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Oct 6, 2013
StrangulationI want to watch your lips turn blue, / paint elegies in your flesh with the / purple pumping of your native mind and
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Oct 6, 2013
SeattleYour hands have seen the inside / of a carborator. You took apart a / hard drive and called it procreation.
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Oct 5, 2013
EndlesslyIt's something about the way my breath / gets just a little deeper when I'm near you. / It's something about the way my eyes
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Oct 5, 2013
Your Three Wordsi could say a lot of words / but they'd never mean as much as your three do to me / a lot of syllables strung together
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Jun 28, 2013
Obsoleteam i / blackness, shrouding, crowding / darkness, coldness
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Jun 18, 2013
Sufferingshave you ever thought / why does the wind howl like wolves- / they have both lost their sanity
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Jun 13, 2013
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