craig-mackayWhisper

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Identity TheftHe had been robbed of all character and individuality. / Once eyes had shone outwards, now white dwarf orbs shimmering from porcelain remained. / There was no excess whatsoever, nothing frivolous; his sinewy frame carried not an

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Untitled, 2004/5ishPerpectives of a grey sky / bleak, promising nothing / to restless exuberance

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Exiting normsWayward frustrations on empty / Running futile thoughts, how ideal! / Dissect this manifest, leaving town for what?

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Untitled, 2001/2ishThe tree reached up to the sky, desolate and derelict / It's moribund image that of a skeletal hand thrusting from the grave, awash with / new found life.

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Time To ReturnTime to return, reverse and go back / Face my demons once again / With oblivion shall come clarity if I allow it

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UntitledI search for you, I'm scared of you, of what you are, of who you are. / I know you so well that I don't know you at all. / So close that I can't see you, can't feel you.

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Untitled 7th October 2007Your love for me is stifling. Or, should I say, my love for you / challenges and meanders into every aspect of who I am. / Without expectation, I offer you nothing, other than all I am, were

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