lunaWhisper

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IsolationAnother word of passion to fill a dream, *tiring of the* / Lost in pursuit of happiness schemes, *itching at a chance to* / Call for the virgins soft gleam, *undoubtable fall*

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Mar 4, 2011

Just a messThere is too much in this mind i care not to share / with the others, friends, i speak of, / Struggle for greatness but to no end, it never ends,

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Feb 6, 2011

Letter of the FaintDoes it seem like we people of the same tongue, mind and transparent ever crumbling cloaks, live the life of the unwanted self loathing tragedy that never seems to end. / Those around me see a helpless aura of depression which is not there, when this arises I let my fingers talk to paper and what follows is nothing but another vague writing that no one will understand or care about. to them, to you I am nothing but a self loathing too emotional overly depressed nothing poet. / And I write,

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Jan 28, 2011

Tree of LiesThe forest of our ancients, now long and dead. / concrete halls of supposed brilliance standing in its stead, / a discrete time taking trick by those in power,

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Dec 17, 2010

I feel broken.I hate you, and all you are. / images of fruitless apple trees growing / in all directions cry out to the black and blue veins

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Dec 11, 2010

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