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DeadYou walk the halls of the universe, wander galaxies far, / Where death doesn't happen and past, future, myth and fate intertwine on sheets of light and covers of darkness, / But you walk the halls of a deviant mind, dead for ages now,
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Nov 28, 2012
Facebook FriendshipSometimes in our journey, we meet strangers that we feel a kinship to; for no other reason than their existence. We wonder if we should put in some effort to get close to them, if we should go there and ask them if they want to grab a cup of coffee or something. And then the rest of life and its people get in the way. You're busy and distracted, but you still feel that tug. You let life take its course; if you're meant to know each other, you will. You have an arrogance that tells you: You're life is busy, they'll wait. All the while, that's exactly what their ego is telling them. So when time comes to pass and you've drifted apart, all you have to show for is a Facebook Friendship.
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Nov 28, 2012
Have you seen Beauty?Have you seen beauty? / I ask you, / I plead this unseen eye of the beholder,
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Nov 28, 2012
LetLie, / Say those pretty things, / Tell them they are real,
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Feb 24, 2018
Love, FirstI have never known of a man who loves a woman first. / Men have lusted after women first. They have been infatuated with the idealized objectification of a particular woman. They have even felt compassion and empathy towards a woman first. / But never have I known a man to love a woman first.
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Nov 28, 2012
My MotherMy mother doesn't remember my first memory, / It was of her lying in bed, / Facing the window,
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Feb 24, 2018
The air between usHe said, / With eyes closed and hands stretched out, / He said I can't feel anything but the air between us,
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Jan 22, 2018
The LightWhat I know to be true, / What I hope will be, / Sometimes they collide,
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Feb 24, 2018
The ManThe red corners of his eyes, / The callus tips of his skin, / The man must move,
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Nov 28, 2012
This TimeThis time, just for once, I’ll walk away, / This time, unlike all other times, I’ll admit to defeat, / This time, I’ll scream & shout,
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Nov 28, 2012
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