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Let Me WalkI am afraid . / Sort of an indeterminate, little , creepy, kind of feeling. / Looking off in the past distance, finding those years that have been forgotten, and trying to remember those things that are memory.
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Apr 8, 2018
TimeThe hurried soul can feel small pains as time wisps by in rapid seconds.... / The worried soul can feel great pains, as time moves so slowly and within its own terrors; / The comfortable soul appreciates the minutes that squeak by, so carefully, in just sixty seconds......
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Feb 6, 2014
TimeThe hurried soul can feel small pains as time wisps by in rapid seconds.... / The worried soul can feel great pains, as time moves so slowly and within its own terrors; / The comfortable soul appreciates the minutes that squeak by, so carefully, in just sixty seconds......
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Feb 6, 2014
Does It Mean the WorldDoes it mean the world / If there is no love, no feelings there, / If there can be no love, but only the guide where one is for the other,
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Jan 26, 2014
Night of NightsWatch the sky fall. Let the stars, in their unending time of life, / Find the reality of flushing crimson heat across the sky so black, / That it will glow in the reddish warmth, that all the fallen stars
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Jan 26, 2014
Morning In My HouseAmid the glory times of darkness, / Sitting on the edge of the white tablecloth, / Brilliant white from bleached soaking, and stained with yesterdays
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Jan 1, 2014
The Flutist and the Tuba PlayerSimone was among the smallest of the small, a flutist of the smallest size, / Who carried herself well, and seemed to be taller than she was, at least in her mind, / Making her among the tallest, among those who could strut their stuff across the marching field.
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Dec 24, 2013
Held For A SecondCan you hold it close? / Are there things around it that make it impossible? / Or is there even a chance that something, some fragile moment should
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Nov 15, 2013
History of The OneIn the mean of time, when walking across centuries and places, and the feeling / Of hours and minutes gone by, as if adventures were nothing, and moments in their / Pace, that of a breath, of a second turned minuscule, of life itself a fractured piece
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Nov 13, 2013
Hate the DashRight after my name, / There is a year there, the year of my birth, the year I have no memory of, the year that I was born, / Its there, signifying my entrance into this world
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Oct 25, 2013
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