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Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
In my fairytales baby, there's either a king in the castle or a beast on the ground.The middle man never makes it.
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
At one moment we can be on top of the world.
And another moment we can be **** near buried beneath it.
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
A good person is person who is good with no moral to it.
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
Takes deep breath
Lacing my arms to create a nest on my desk
Tucking my face inside
Breathing slowly
Till each breath is half of the last.

Than sufficating under my own
Depression*.
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
She danced with the summer breeze
Set fire to the flowers
Inhaled the clouds
Lifted her wings
Tilted her head
Released the clouds
Than danced with the summer breeze
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
With out healing from the night before im back at it again
Im a slumped up carcus
In rooms poorly lit
My eyes to low peeking through
Creeses of purgatory.
With scenes that change
Keelyn Mac Mar 2015
sliding my fingers across your glossed oak wood
unlocking the latch
lifting the glass
and letting your breeze take hold
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