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DistancesHear me for the words I speak are of the utmost of importance. / They shatter like glass and tear my throat. / I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me.

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Sep 13, 2010

HandsIn the dark your eyes are reminiscent of torches. / Glistening in the still of a night where rain is echoing in the soil. / A calm breeze cuts through my frail skin.

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Sep 12, 2010

FractureGood morning darkness. Oh how I've grown to cherish you. / Hello evening grace. Oh how I've grown to love you. / The soft glow from the horizon cools my skin.

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Sep 12, 2010

The ArchetypeAshamed is the outcome, the source of the constant struggle between the ordinary and the extra. / I am the shame, the continuous blame among everything you find to be so difficult. / Only hide from the worst and only show your true colors when you feel that it is a must.

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Sep 12, 2010

VulturesIf a man walks through the desert on only his bare feet, is he any more a man than if he crawled on his hands and knees? / Doesn't matter what you go through, because we all encounter a desert of our own where hope becomes vultures circling the sky. / But success in life is escaping those vultures

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Sep 12, 2010

To The WindHold me here until I fall asleep, for I'm terrified, Oh am I terrified. / Of all the uncertainties, of the un thought ofs. / I have too much time on these idle hands and I surely wish I could shake this habit.

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Sep 12, 2010

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