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A ComedyThose words, / sent by a tall forest of / briars,
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Feb 18, 2012
AloneA black hole uninhabited by the living. / A spiral, a hurricane, a tornado: a death. / A loss of everything, a void devoid of light,
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Feb 18, 2012
A New WorldEarth turning, people changing - / Growing up. / Loss of innocence, purity
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Feb 21, 2012
Another Day Wasted and SavedReality becomes soft and malleable / when it is an unhealthy one / and imagination is the steel core
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Feb 23, 2012
AugustTime stops, stands still / As I await in darkness / Swallowing the pain, the pills
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Feb 23, 2012
A WordA sound of truth, of sense and of self, / An orchestra that fills the black void, / A meandering melody of wealth,
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Feb 23, 2012
ChoicesDo you see me, / Or look right through me? / Am I your looking glass,
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Feb 18, 2012
CleanBreathe in deeply, / an inhale to sustain life everlasting, / then submerge beneath rolling waves,
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Feb 23, 2012
DoubtThe treatment of this / is a cold hard kiss, / a stinging slap in the face,
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Feb 21, 2012
FearThe waves rise up over me, / Pushing, shoving, / I can't feel anymore,
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Feb 23, 2012
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