keith-jenkinsWhisper

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All But FleetingYou've got no earthly talents / No hint of substance here / Alone is your method
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Mar 3, 2012
AscentHe was climbing a mountain. / There was, but a moment ago, the soft sound of summer thunder, / And the tender drift of curling winds.
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Apr 26, 2013
BlindedToo long blinded by hindsight / You'd burn your eyes just to see a new dawn's light / Wicked things made of sinewy grace
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Feb 19, 2012
ElysiumTread the line to seek the light, then cry havoc in the dark / As all things that were look up in pallor at the flame filled sky. / These are no mere ramblings, alas, it is palpable rumblings from which you make haste
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Sep 28, 2011
ErodingEveryday there is a little less. / A little less consequence, / A little less shore.
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Jan 26, 2012
Flightless WingsI prostrate myself before thee / With a sheepish plea, to no longer be, / Because I swear to you, I’ll never foresee.
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Sep 13, 2011
For one more momentThrough tranquil strangeness, I have wandered. / Where have I come to now? / A figure stands before me,
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Sep 18, 2011
Grave DiggerWe'd been walking for an age, / Stone by passing stone / We passed ever onward,
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Dec 10, 2013
Heaven's HorizonThere's nothing here, / The light comes from the dark. / I wish to linger there,
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Sep 17, 2011
Immune to TragedyA systematic canopy / All the thoughts you've had of me / Immune to tragedy?
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Dec 20, 2011
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