william-fredrick-bissetteWhisper

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Accelerating DecompressionIncendiary, explosive, / those gnashing teeth, / they hold us in their throws beneath
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Nov 19, 2012
Beyond longingAt times I long for something / pure something far from myself / like the unadulterated pain of death.
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Mar 26, 2012
Moving the MoverSometimes I dream of you / you come to me faceless, dressed formally / sitting as a man on the cusp of birth and death
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Oct 13, 2012
My sweet poppyYour milk it seems now was warm and wet / whispering, wanting me to forget / how you threw me to the ground and held me there with
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Jun 8, 2013
occupational hazardsyou're my lens refraction, my solar flare / my beautiful occupation with long dark hair / because I've got you under my skin, deep
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Jun 26, 2012
Opening nightIll be your lingering cigar smoke if youll be my quivering nostalgia, / jumping at any chance to reminisce of the days when our steel frame / would test its infallibilities to the sound of our anguish
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Jul 19, 2012
Red Sky at High NoonI was built to roar and crash, / warring against your ships safety. / Desperate I unite you with my self,
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Dec 30, 2012
Resonant ChordsGod help those whose hidden tears / flow with no reservation / whose hearts are filled with the pain
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Apr 2, 2012
Sweet nothingsI am the bodhi tree, and / my sight knows no bounds / through my great veins course your poisons
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Mar 30, 2012
synchronousthat smile / it cuts through me / as a slow saunter through the thickest fog
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Oct 7, 2012
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