dawnivyn-lenneth-blackwulf

Here when the world stopped turning in Winter's embrace for every light lipped kiss it would take you stayed to win me over but it's not about the taste of coffee when you're choosing whether to be devout or not I wish I'd known that

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC

Russian Regrets

Here when the world stopped turning in Winter's embrace for every light lipped kiss it would take you stayed to win me over but it's not about the taste of coffee when you're choosing whether to be devout or not I wish I'd known that

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I've got this religion building up inside I need to let go of the outside though I know not which voice is mine to find I've gotta drive home without a vehicle to ride I've got to drive home Where was it you sang? I felt your low resonance I felt you in the blood pumped through my lungs at one time your breathiness absorbed in my dreams watching me sleep Today, I'm gone Today I am completely ******* gone-- I got this

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC

Circle The Windows with Mailboxes

I've got this religion building up inside I need to let go of the outside though I know not which voice is mine to find I've gotta drive home without a vehicle to ride I've got to drive home Where was it you sang? I felt your low resonance I felt you in the blood pumped through my lungs at one time your breathiness absorbed in my dreams watching me sleep Today, I'm gone Today I am completely ******* gone-- I got this

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Brushed down a thousand times for how many times I lost count in a drifting early Fall wind I've been thinking thoughts of death how many times more than this will the looping happen again? I guess I'll find out, well I guess If I knew, I'd be dead Filled with only love grown cold In the deep, full expansive nothingness Lost floating in the center of the lake of all regrets or no regrets, I guess Lonely thoughts break and fade in where faded faces dissipate in the last trace of windy Springtime memory in the blue endless night revisited, must be forever, ever all too familiar, uncanny sunlight far away from here I may be better off in rain, I guess I guess

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC

Lake of All Regrets

Brushed down a thousand times for how many times I lost count in a drifting early Fall wind I've been thinking thoughts of death how many times more than this will the looping happen again? I guess I'll find out, well I guess If I knew, I'd be dead Filled with only love grown cold In the deep, full expansive nothingness Lost floating in the center of the lake of all regrets or no regrets, I guess Lonely thoughts break and fade in where faded faces dissipate in the last trace of windy Springtime memory in the blue endless night revisited, must be forever, ever all too familiar, uncanny sunlight far away from here I may be better off in rain, I guess I guess

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Don't walk away with the noise of voices calling Don't walk away give a little of the love for which you pray She told me I was dancing too close I told her I was dancing so close to try and feel the glow and the vibration He told me I was dancing too close I told him I was dancing so close to try and share the glow and the vibration Your holy vibration I will throw all these notes printed on paper at the sky let it fold in the wind into green airplanes if for only one Small moment to feel you just dancing, just dancing If for only to feel you just dancing, dancing

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC

Waste Washing Down From Heaven in Rain

Don't walk away with the noise of voices calling Don't walk away give a little of the love for which you pray She told me I was dancing too close I told her I was dancing so close to try and feel the glow and the vibration He told me I was dancing too close I told him I was dancing so close to try and share the glow and the vibration Your holy vibration I will throw all these notes printed on paper at the sky let it fold in the wind into green airplanes if for only one Small moment to feel you just dancing, just dancing If for only to feel you just dancing, dancing

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The slope of descent braces none for the fall, the tumbling Westward to nothing at all but sand and ocean. Where water touches so slightly the soul, as embracing depths carve out for the old sense of safety. Violent and broken passage to the end, I call for the courage to begin again between the heartbeats. Palpitations. Asphyxiation. Displacement in time as I throttle. Condemnation. Conviction. Redemption lives upon two shoulders only when one Comes together.

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC

Nothing At All but Static

The slope of descent braces none for the fall, the tumbling Westward to nothing at all but sand and ocean. Where water touches so slightly the soul, as embracing depths carve out for the old sense of safety. Violent and broken passage to the end, I call for the courage to begin again between the heartbeats. Palpitations. Asphyxiation. Displacement in time as I throttle. Condemnation. Conviction. Redemption lives upon two shoulders only when one Comes together.

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Erase the memory I never was ever really falling for you Replace the inner pain I never was I or living honest or true But these days I find I find I find, find find Solace You were looking out for hurt Dream so big for what it's worth Even with the tide gone, telling lies No direction was right Living days away, praying without a base No oubliette to hide Inside left when the dam burst

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Sep 21, 2014

Sep 21, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC

Living the Mid

Erase the memory I never was ever really falling for you Replace the inner pain I never was I or living honest or true But these days I find I find I find, find find Solace You were looking out for hurt Dream so big for what it's worth Even with the tide gone, telling lies No direction was right Living days away, praying without a base No oubliette to hide Inside left when the dam burst

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I'm addicted to the song soft quell of your voice when you're gone Even after stopping breathless chasing the trail of echoes as it is lost I wish you'd just, just give it one chance for love I want the robust reach and span of your hands from above But feeling up at night I grasp still air Turning to one side and then the other

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC

Benadryl

I'm addicted to the song soft quell of your voice when you're gone Even after stopping breathless chasing the trail of echoes as it is lost I wish you'd just, just give it one chance for love I want the robust reach and span of your hands from above But feeling up at night I grasp still air Turning to one side and then the other

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When the wind blows the heart goes wild, though you're now known for resolution Waving, you wave to meet me planted feet, we work on and never will the will divide, subside or enervate knowing all the drive of future forward blast the past and liberate the little pieces to combine to gain one whole life once shattered we come to meeting stand to celebrate When will this wind stop beating at the windows? When they ask, tell them straight and lively, it won't.

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Sep 20, 2014

Sep 20, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC

Beating At the Windows

When the wind blows the heart goes wild, though you're now known for resolution Waving, you wave to meet me planted feet, we work on and never will the will divide, subside or enervate knowing all the drive of future forward blast the past and liberate the little pieces to combine to gain one whole life once shattered we come to meeting stand to celebrate When will this wind stop beating at the windows? When they ask, tell them straight and lively, it won't.

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We've been around We've been around to every reach and place so common and yet never talked about We've been around We've been around the streets paved with the teeth of hopeless lying underground Watching at ley lines Walking with flow of the crowd Heaven is merciless with decision You might want to scream low and on the inside if only to provide your stealth from the jury Born any time it's hard to believe with the droves in dead zones written in bylines, that real estate is prime but the line for our kind is off kilter at best Don't pity us, wager up Just double down, and on the other side Don't pity us, Just double down, Wager up and on the flip side of winning we all have these lines to lay You've been seen between trees broadcasting that look It says every word that you mean to speak, expressly open book To who live the drabbest day with the brightest faith and take your comfort away while enduring hell on earth We've been around We've been around right to the edge of blasphemy's reach and have the greatest fortunes found

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC

The Greatest Fortunes

We've been around We've been around to every reach and place so common and yet never talked about We've been around We've been around the streets paved with the teeth of hopeless lying underground Watching at ley lines Walking with flow of the crowd Heaven is merciless with decision You might want to scream low and on the inside if only to provide your stealth from the jury Born any time it's hard to believe with the droves in dead zones written in bylines, that real estate is prime but the line for our kind is off kilter at best Don't pity us, wager up Just double down, and on the other side Don't pity us, Just double down, Wager up and on the flip side of winning we all have these lines to lay You've been seen between trees broadcasting that look It says every word that you mean to speak, expressly open book To who live the drabbest day with the brightest faith and take your comfort away while enduring hell on earth We've been around We've been around right to the edge of blasphemy's reach and have the greatest fortunes found

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The pit of despair buried shallow beneath the remains of previous bones calls me from slumber in smoke. And it's here where the worst of me goes, alone into night, aloft into ether, I won't be the griever who lets all their rain fall as petals into earth where memories lie.

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Sep 5, 2014

Sep 5, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

Rainfall 1

The pit of despair buried shallow beneath the remains of previous bones calls me from slumber in smoke. And it's here where the worst of me goes, alone into night, aloft into ether, I won't be the griever who lets all their rain fall as petals into earth where memories lie.

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