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Forgotten FaceWalking past / All The people crossing / The path.
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Mar 8, 2010
Past is a TaunterThe past is a taunter, laughing into my back, / And it beckons me wary, to fear / That causes me to be empty and lack,
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Feb 22, 2010
DreamsIt’s the motif of my life to dream things that other don’t dream, / So while I was dreaming of you, you weren’t dreaming of me, / And I walked through a hazy field, until the cool moon broke the horizon,
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Feb 22, 2010
UntitledI’m running, I’m running, and I just don’t stop, / I’m running to be me, to be alone, in the solitude of myself, / I want no friends no help and no aid
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Feb 22, 2010
Down the Rabbit HoleI fell down a rabbit's hole, / Knocking over cupboards and lamps, / Listening to crows screech of others success,
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Feb 22, 2010
WindFumbling forth frantically, / From the far off fort of the firmament, / Forever feeling its flustering frolic,
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Feb 22, 2010
Again and againIf I hold my breath, / And count backwards from ten, / Will we live through his moment
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Jan 16, 2010
SleeplessI try one cheek to the pillow, then try the other cheek, / Nothing, / I try my front, then I try my back,
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Jan 16, 2010
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