digitalcherubWhisper

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untitled01simpler hours- parcel of delicate childhood recollections. / flaking by the sweet, solemn whispers of remeberance. / a longing seed who seeped from my juvenile soul and drug itself directly below its feet- feeding into the loose dirt of our starving earth.
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Aug 18, 2018
untitled02her raw moon / blue and bitter / her festering flesh screaming at my shadow
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Aug 18, 2018
untitled05decomposing between chapters of dense sludge / compress my lungs with hulking burden / suck me further into the vacuum void
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Aug 19, 2018
untitled06does it tear you apart to know that / even if / i pried your eyes open
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Aug 19, 2018
Untitled07they constructed emerald empires through sweaty stale palms gripped tight enough to slip thoughts through their fingertips / they pressed their bodies subtlety to suddenly sublime / astral projected their cavity of captivations
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Aug 19, 2018
untitled 08she brings the rain / with every fallen foot step / the earth is scorched and branded
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Dec 1, 2018
untitled3the tangible body is never truly free / after all, this is why the mind exists / as it allows the figments to develope, where would they fly?
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Aug 19, 2018
untitled 324855if a clouds’ tears were to pummel away at the pane of my bedroom window any time before then, i would’ve impetuously disregarded its entire existence and drifted to sleep only to dream about festering psychedelic abstracts. / that wasn’t the case, though, not that night. / rain fell in pounds from the leaden sky and the only thought i could conjure
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Feb 24, 2019
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