shae-sun-jamesWhisper

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a little use of homonyms never hurt anyone. [2010]i will love you always / and i'll love you in all ways / love you past what's allowed
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Nov 11, 2010
betrayal. [2012].your breath changes as the wind / swept away to a place I cannot see / drained as the pipes
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Nov 3, 2012
calico wallpaper. [2010]listen to the empty room / hear the pained whispers / they are deep in the walls
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May 7, 2010
depression of compression. [2011]it hits you in the coldest of winters / when the snow's so deep / you can't see your feet
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Feb 11, 2011
dreaming of death. [2011]sitting on the shoreline / the smell of low tide / encompasses your senses
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Aug 9, 2011
forever summer. [haiku] [2010]sun shines in the grass / it bends light through a green sea / forever summer
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May 8, 2010
i could have sworn i heard music. [2008]so i sit here day after day / unknown and alone / listening to your song a thousand times over
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May 8, 2010
invisible children. [2008]a child is alone / a child is crying / a child is needy
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May 8, 2010
i plead. [2012.]remember me never / and forget me always / please
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Dec 3, 2012
i thoroughly enjoy entitling writings with long, random, and outlandish titles that have no relevance to an old man in your house. [2009]There was a man who once lived in your very house. In fact, his own bedroom was the one you sleep in every night. He lived and breathed; he was very much real. But what does it mean to be "real"? He was an animate being, that much is true. He was alive, more or less, but he was dead. He lived day after day just to live; he lived for nothing. His schedule was strict and monotonous, and it could never be changed. It still hasn't been lost, after all these years. His schedule lives on; I suppose you can call it his legacy. It's still in his house, your house; it's drifting in the air, absorbed into the walls. He had no life; he breathed for no other purpose than to stay, so to speak, "alive." The man's identity you ask? Why, this man is you. You died many years ago, when you stopped living for a purpose.
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May 7, 2010
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