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A Thousand ExcusesHow delicate and pure are the unrequited affections / A fleeting glimpse of the future's past / The forgotten seed never to touch soil;
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Jan 24, 2013
A TragedySometimes it isn't / until / I pour the second cup
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Nov 28, 2012
Conditioned SoulOne must commit mistakes to learn with pained mind / To err is the nature of humankind / And one shall always accept that of which is not
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Nov 25, 2012
EthicsAll too **often** I find that **I** keep you / Here. / I **am** the shackle of the revolutionary soul
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Feb 4, 2014
He says, (10w)"Baby, why do you paint your face the same color?"
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Apr 15, 2013
himTell me if you know what I’m saying here. / You’re standing in the shower, looking down, with your clumped locks covering your eyelids and there are streams trickling from your head to your toes and into the drain. It’s blurry beyond 10cm into your range of sight? And you feel very small? But you’re relaxed? And nostalgic? And then you play a melancholic song in the background of your mind that makes you feel somewhat empty and safe simultaneously? I’m not sure how to illustrate the rest. / But imagine this now. It is 8:24AM in the dawn of summer and the birds are alive and well. I’m wiggling my feet to see if our kitten is sleeping below but I find your kneecaps in lieu. You’re still a million miles away in a dream, laying in a field of color on the moon. The sun begins to leak through the blinds.. the room is quiet. I’m vacuumed into your glow beneath the light and there are little particles of technicolored dust floating around in the beams just like you. The same song as before is playing but this time I just feel safe here. And this feeling with you will be the one thing I keep with me always. You will forever be the greater version of past feelings felt and the foundation of feeling I’ve never felt before until you.
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May 31, 2014
HowWhat if the Sun / never came out again / and in the future
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Jan 12, 2013
Mental MirrorThe inefficiency, an inferiority complex born / In reluctance to have such hideous skin worn / Every centimeter here, rough to the touch
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Dec 11, 2012
Muted MutilationBecause the galaxy was blue / Because the universe was me and you / Because of our hunger for a world not ours
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Jan 27, 2013
No. 1A grin as wide as the ocean, his lips the smooth ribbons in waves as the sun undergoes a setting. / A dance with words in greeting, the effortless lack of cumbersome voids / but in them our dancing shapes and laughter.
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Nov 2, 2012
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