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20/F/In the clouds
With eyes to see and With ears to hear But, No one is looking and No one is listening
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Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 5:06 AM UTC
Choice
This is tyranny, this is malicious, this is undeniably done out of contempt. The ire of this man cannot be expressed. This is gluttony, this is sinful, take your coins and feed on the poor. Sleep at night. In the peaceful hours of dawn, don’t blink and eye, for I have ****** of my mind.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
Butter and Bread
The waves behind us will always erase our footprints.
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Forget
This is the end. The end of what? Time.
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
Tick
Dear motivation, Without you I’m just a loading screen stuck in its animation. Dear motivation, Without you I’m lost in a void of lazy fascination. Dear motivation, Without you I’m just another piece of lonely fabrication. Dear motivation, Without you I’m stuck in a loop of endless imagination. Dear motivation, Without you I would lose my only foundation.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
Dear motivation...
You are trying so hard to distinguish yourself. But you are despairingly plain hoping that you have a sliver of uniqueness any other person holds for granted. You pride yourself to be different, to walk on a different path. Yet we are all the same.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
Semblance
High hilltops filled with dew Low hanging fruit in plenty Far away eyes seen with few Unfilled urns lay empty
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Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
modest
Winter’s early months, Carries a solemn sound, Paired bitter fragrance, Filled the vacant soul, Think soley of biting frosts. Winter’s middle months, Assemble a bird’s tune, Matching candied scents, Known of lining mind, Broods of woeful age. Winter’s late months, Carts a vivid air, Coupled **** savored, Divines the untold echo, Fashions a taper edge.
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
tempus fugit
One for my heart One for my body One for my soul
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
I sleep with three pillows
I want to feel But I’m too scared To break that seal Does that leave me impaired?
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
denial and adrift