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Islands among doorsIt's ironic / I make doors all day, / but i never get to open them.
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Feb 12, 2017
syllabic stitchesScript scratched on the sinews of my soul / Lips echo with sharp words, / I slipped away where nobody would know.
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Jul 14, 2016
a soul's self seekingBody brimming with sensations. / inhabited by aches built up from ages. / You are only twentytwo.
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May 6, 2016
writing reasonsDo my words satisfy anyone? / Not you,not me. / Writing for satisfaction is not an option.
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May 6, 2016
cost\benefit analysisI beat back the worry And the wish for me. / I provide you with a taste of my presence and my words. / I sate your hunger for my attention.
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May 6, 2016
Moving on is sad when you realize how few people know youI shy away from sentences. / In the spaces where words should be,but aren't I can maintain my anonymity,and shore up my unrepentance. / When I speak in more than snippets, it becomes plain.
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May 6, 2016
is it the rain that changes?Ringing of raindrops on a tin rooftop / Tintinnabulation, wrapped up in lightning storm vibrations / A fickle thing-be it friend or foe?
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May 6, 2016
warning:I will make you feel.What is this hocus / With a pen? / I cast your focus there,
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May 6, 2016
A tired loveBy the cadence of my steps, / A jilted lover shall know death. / And if in morning she shall wake,
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Apr 13, 2016
Flashbacks and tacobellI'm nearly catatonic. / My eyes shift spasmodic in their sockets. / They're closed, and it's far too quiet
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Apr 13, 2016
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