michael-kingsleyWhisper

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IWe are at the end. / Through this end we will find ourselves. / This world is truly what we make it and once the end comes,

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May 16, 2012

Poetry in MotionI want to look away / but they are too intense. / It's like she looks through me

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May 21, 2012

Yet Another NightOnce again I'm staring at the wall / the only piece of you I have left. / It hurts to remember you

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May 16, 2012

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