mike-finneyWhisper

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And the lord said;I braced my feet; knees light, / And the lord said: You shall not fly. / I firmed my earth; legs tight,
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Oct 2, 2012
ClockworkThis gentle face shown through a scratchy glass / Will trick my mind across the bridge to walk / And catch my eye to stop when meant to pass
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Dec 28, 2011
Do not be afraidThe river that flows from the depths of your soul; / It touches my hand in a sting of rain. / There is pain there, yes
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Nov 22, 2012
Don't look down.These bristles twinge my hide, / For a second I worry of looking a poor shave. / I chuckle;
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Dec 23, 2012
EchoesIt’s / Not a token drawn around the neck, but / A
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Jan 1, 2012
emergeA Man will ask himself: / Is the glass taken of half / Or given of it?
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Jan 14, 2012
FlutterA day when you dont smile, / Is a day when a sickly feather, / torn and withered,
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Dec 25, 2011
flyAnd the scarecrow dreams( / to fly.
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Jan 2, 2012
for you, in my headI often sit here and run my hands over the smooth shard of glass / that portrudes from my chest. / I feel it. Everyday. Everynight.
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Apr 29, 2012
for you, in my headI often sit here and run my hands over the smooth shard of glass / that portrudes from my chest. / I feel it. Everyday. Everynight.
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Dec 24, 2011
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