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Aegri SomniaDrowning in the smell of transcendence, / I saw too many people, / from the days I don’t like,
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Feb 12, 2013
Angels and BellesThe words from man’s mouth expire into deep waters, but maybe you can hear me out. / Underneath salvation skies, I can see the darkness in your eyes. / I can still remember the sound of the acoustic guitar as we danced and the minutes flying by.
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Apr 10, 2012
A Sunday SmileA pen and a cup, / they are my seed, / to withstand a filthy need,
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Feb 6, 2013
Breathe No MoreI can feel an illuminating void growing within me. / Meaningless teardrops pierce through my eyes, / like divine daggers.
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Aug 6, 2012
Cowboy Drinking on the Sabbath DayEmotions relaxed in reverse, / I can’t imagine it any worse. / The sound of chalk against the wall.
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Jan 28, 2013
Dark RoomsThe rain still drips through my ceiling, / and I get that isolated feeling. / I reread your note,
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Sep 19, 2012
Death WaltzLying alone in the crisp cold breaths, / of the shifting shadows, / in our aged attic,
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Mar 23, 2013
Drowned In Soundthere is only one sound, / the sound of rain dripping through my roof. / there is only one sound,
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Aug 17, 2011
Farewell Stranger, Soon and HereafterAs dear young children, / remember when we shared beliefs sitting on the swings? / and now on park benches, we find solace in the years the season brings.
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Jun 17, 2013
Found In The DarkThe rat king sits upon his throne of a thousand skulls, / gives all he's got to convict doom on the dead man in the boat. / But looking back, One will notice the last words the dead man penned.
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Apr 10, 2012
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