thomas-r-parsonsWhisper

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I wish it were DecemberMe in my distance - and you in yours / There is nothing in between anymore / You drove too far - and never came back
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May 19, 2017
FlyThomas R Parsons / Fly / Fly - never past devils in big windows, taking bows for a plate of flowers. They will glean your soul from you, as a reaper might - only you're living at the end.
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Dec 30, 2016
The MantraI've been robbed. / My childhood, my manhood. My self-love. / Taken... taken from me without permission.
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Sep 11, 2016
Too badI used to believe I was being responsible when being irresponsible, / I used to hold hope that time had a life for me that was of brilliance and soft petals, because I'd known a hideous child life. / I was wrong.
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Aug 30, 2016
FreedomI had a thought on the long train ride home - the trees opposite me, out the window - passing quickly - but whispering. / I thought of my ability to get on the train, to go where I need to go - at any point in time, without being stopped, questioned, detained. / I had no bars keeping me from doing what I needed to do at any given moment.
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Jul 6, 2016
It does not knowThe abolute, / Resolute, / Binding and torturous,
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Nov 6, 2015
My Loved OneYou're gone. / Off, on your journey. / Into your spirit world.
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Oct 8, 2015
I Am FearfulI am afraid and desperately lost in angst, / That I will somehow, someway find the way to lose you. / You look at life in a way that a man who has not suffered would.
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Oct 8, 2015
InspirationI lay, I thought, dying. / You lay beside me, not letting me. / When I could not form a word,
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Oct 6, 2015
Again, once and alwaysThe mistake. / This technology we now have, we make gut-ripping mistakes with it. / Or, at least you do.
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Sep 20, 2015
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