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THE DAYS ADD UP......

that spirit makes us neglect the time lost

numb by our influences.........  

thoughts no reooccurrence......

loss of time blinded by indulgence 

a shell that replaces me

turning my confidence into contemplation

discern what captvates that spirit of separtion
engulfed with irrationality

no rhyme

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silence.....


you need no validation

i kinda hate this one
a debt unpaid just by thinking of you
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trapped within it's euphoria and ideals
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drunk from it's absolutes
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relapseing it's possibilities
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motivated by it coming true
what would a poem look like?
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something that opens you up
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makes you think of someone
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or ways you grew up
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walking the beach
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climbing trees
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avoiding the rough tide
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the universe taking pictures of me
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observing the isle
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waves beating from both sides
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hugged by loud electricity
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those sounds unforgotten
words appear nervous
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they lie about your description
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indescribable
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preserved..
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harmonic..  
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speak thoughts to paper
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as the paper turns into dreams
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that is where we speak
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mentally matching our sea
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comparing no grains
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proud of each other's cultivation
fractals of hearts
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shape it's temperament
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beat to it's truth
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you believe again
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the story of you
7 billion stars
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all is in motion
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ignore yourself
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you stop and look at the hairs of lavender
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subconsciously picked by it's colors
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pedals and strand
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now talking to a lily
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letting wonder decide where it is we go
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it's amazing, how you take control
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