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  May 2015 Skaidrum
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I can hear the  walls of my soul creaking slowly
As poetry went* from my fingers
Into this **page
  May 2015 Skaidrum
LycanTheThrope
Honesty is petrified of the dark

I’ve seen stranger things
Lurking in the light, rather than the
**Shadows
Part one

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Skaidrum May 2015
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Isn't it amusing?
Your exhaustion is
craving your energy,
dragging away your breath.
Isn't it lovely?
Sleep is actually
the son of life,
but also,
a cousin of death.
.
Hard to tell if I'm family or not.

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Skaidrum May 2015
This full-metal house is both
my                              home    &
my                               coffin.

Watch me bury something of
mine                            in    the
depths                              of
                         ­           Neptune.

I call those things my problems.
.
3 a.m. thoughts.

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Skaidrum May 2015
Lovely how the
art of breaking
is quite
beautiful...
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You just,
happened to be
the master,
& I?

your masterpiece.
.
Listen here beloved Lycan,
two copper coins
are only pure
if they're for you.

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