brian-carsonWhisper

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PeacocksI wish I had a few peacocks / because beautiful colors / give me beautiful thoughts

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Describing ink blotsI am lost, in my back yard / flailing my fists, boxing with god / I want to know why I am content

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Hometown bluesit's the third of may / feeling crowded and out of place / I could really use a change

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seeing a cocoon(I imagine) / I am a moth circling around / the same beautiful flower

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Butter knifeyou could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife / but neither one of us really cared about what the other one had to say / with our strange in-congruent lives and our eternal fear of internal pain

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I will be an oak treeeveryone is a flower / and every flower dies / the petals fall

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I am Sisyphusbeing here before / I have learned / how to roll the stone

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Good Morningthe comfort of her personality / sofly rocked me to sleep / to be honest, in all actuality

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alignmentThe moon in the sky, is the home of father time / and the sun is where mother nature is confined / she sleeps while he shines

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Forget me nowI've been waiting all week for a package to come, sitting at my window nothing short of stalking the delivery guy who works my neighborhood. I lie back on my couch and stare at the ceiling until I drift off. I wake to the sound of the door bell and there, in all it's glory, was the package. I open the box and pull out my very own, shiny, new grappling hook and launch pistol. I ran upstairs for my binoculars and an umbrella then dashed through my front door. / I made it downtown just before sunset, arriving at one of the tallest buildings in the city located across the street from a building of equal size, they're perfect. I headed to the top floor and snuck around until I found the roof access. Walking out, I take in the sights, watching the wave of sudden flickers from people turning on the lights and the darkness from people leaving for the night. I went over to the edge and launched the hook to the other building. Using the binoculars I locate you down on the street, then I begin walking across the rope with my umbrella trying to line us up. / I look down at you, admiring the amount of beauty you always radiate. I want to jump on you but I realize that if I do, you would die as well, I'm too dedicated to the preservation of all things that are beautiful to stop your journey. I continue on to the other building.

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