billy-juergens

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Noonward RaceThere's no breath besides life-- / The air will tell you so; / Every current telling the time
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ReachingI sit between dark curtains; / In my confine the world is small, / But great.
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MorningStirring in the woods, / Chatter, / The red of the morning glow
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The Red BalloonTurning a page in the book of Days, / The world read between monochrome lines / Has a sun falling down a distant grey.
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DirectionsLIFE / A black, shriveled tree. / Falling pieces to the ground,
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TouchFeed me your words, / Your eyes. / Hold my hand
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NevermoreEach breath comes closed / With a nightmare tremor, / But I'll try to close my eyes
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The BrinkSitting on the brink, / Playing with overgrown hair / Where the dirty clouds
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Eyes in the DarkI do terribly wonder what the other side is. / Whispering, I stroke the air / In the night through my eyes,
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The DirtI am the roots of the flower; / Though absorb all the wonders of the Earth I do / Day in
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