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The Latter August StormPressure builds upon my temple, / Like constant rain on rooftops scattered. / The lamps of life draw conversations out of Windows,
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Aug 28, 2015
To beingTo minds that shore upon the resting waves: / Buried by passageways we named. / Circumstance that never had a face,
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Oct 17, 2014
Wasting...wasting.Amongst head spin circumstance, / meets the line of whim-less romantic turmoil. / Plentiful expansion of miraculous nothing.
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Sep 9, 2014
Modern Time TravelThe streets are ever entranced by the vacant that lives in this world, awakening mischief of mind and liver to crawl where once stood out such people hoping for a tragic paradox of simple lives. / The pain felt isn't enough to feel your interior, and the unbalanced sidewalk paths will eat away at every step forward. Until limb after limb takes its turn on leaving you behind. / The time tick shutters soft, yet whispers in trance a prayer for souls that do not carry a beat. Hollowed bodies seeking to live a life before us in the houses we stay in.
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Sep 1, 2014
Pushing ForwardYou are the diligently allined space between then and now, / To which I am unlucky to know you exist. / Like time I tend to not know the true way, to see the path as the decedent rivers, placing me boundless advancements in location.
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Jul 29, 2014
Old new homes.The tattered laid bricks we young reluctantly call home, in gaze to feast to live again as once new lovers tip toe fluttery footsteps toward the desolate vanishing point. / But beginning forward I won't find myself locked between a memory. / Like battered homes of old we do so to find the leaks and breaks. Within withered structures of bone and ice we collect fragments off the pavement to restore.
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Jul 26, 2014
In my timeIn my time, / Collections of disastrous minds, / Try and fit in thinner lines.
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Jul 24, 2014
Burrowed ChillOh, How I miss the winter well, / The naked branch and deaf new void. / With mind that bends to stay with thee,
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Jun 4, 2014
LeaveIn the prime of me, I set my sail. / Ive shut out chance, or time to love. / My bones crave the new, the life not lived,
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Nov 26, 2013
Lackluster LoveWith each breath pressed on, / by the tips of your fingers. / My skin oxidates and peels away.
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Nov 4, 2013
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