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LoaCataclysm masked in magma / And bulging land, aching the trees. / Nervousness and candor entwined
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Jun 11, 2020
No HeadingToday is swaddled in yesteryear. / Left in the iron cradle alone. / Arise from repose, with stale mind
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May 5, 2020
Lives of Quiet DesperationHe dies - - - Yet his heart still beats on / Man of the minute, slipping away in his chair / Into the quiet of the night.
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Sep 22, 2015
Forgotten MinutesOur minds are the dripping faucets / Heralding the drops with great prestige / Yet the rivers of memories long lost...
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Oct 20, 2014
I lie in the sand under the palm treeI lie in the sand under the palm tree / Sand between the toes, washing in the sea / I count the stars, for the seventh time now.
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Feb 17, 2014
Would you be my friend?Would you be my friend? / Yet in time I gripe with Plato / Could you be my friend?
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Feb 17, 2014
How I wish the blade upon youHow I wish the blade upon you / Your lips are benign to all / Yet your heart, malignant
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Feb 17, 2014
Even should I rip every nerve from my fleshEven should I rip every nerve from my flesh, / Will I still feel this agonizing pain? / For I am left to lay here, alone without an option
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Feb 17, 2014
Upon the spring of a time once pastUpon the spring of a time once past, / An introduction was conducted by one / To another where the time would come.
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Jan 1, 2013
4 Prime ElementsI have twice of what I never had, / Either one or the other, too sad. / My soul is warped
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Jan 1, 2013
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