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PrometheusAnd I suppose that it is funny, / in a macabre sort of way / how we all forget the tale of Prometheus.
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A Milkman's SonYou know, if I had a penny for every poem I have read with the theme of / "You don't know what you have until it's gone" / I would be a rich man
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EmbersI can still remember. / That burning feeling of inspiration, bubbling up through my body. / It dominated me, defined me, led me to believe that I was my own hero.
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Night SkyThe smoke curls out of my mouth as I exhale the last cigarette. I begin to walk under a starry sky, and I wonder. As of late, I find myself more and more inclined to sympathize with Atlas. The more I think of you, the more I feel the weight of my mistakes, the weight of my decisions, the fact that I have to live with what I have and haven't done. They press down upon my shoulders with titanic force. It is a wonder I can even stand. / I want to live life through your eyes. I want to see what you see and love what you love. It might as well all be Wonderland to me. I want to know you better than you know yourself. If I am to give myself wholly, I must first fall for all of you. So let me in. / Let me take these weights off my shoulders and fall heels over head in love.
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Toys for the TimesAn architects influence, extends only as far / As his lifetime / Although sculpted buildings may last well beyond
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The Toy SoldierI could not doubt the devotion of a Toy Soldier / To stand for so long / For what has been forsaken
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Something I Can't ExplainI think the only way to describe being around you / Is like reading a story that will never stop being written / An endless tale, steeped in excitement and mystery
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Six FeetVines creep / where memories once lived / Flowers bloom
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HandsIt's funny, looking at my hands after all this time. / They do so much for me, they are the tools that allow me to do much of what defines me. / So here they are, splayed out in front of my face.
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MiredWhy do I even bother listening to the music. / Why do I even bother finding the words. / Why should I ever try, given that everything I do ends in failure.
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