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808 · Dec 2018
Matthew Thomason Dec 2018
If beauty becomes me, it is this room.

No ideas of thought, object by force.

We are that dream,born of favor.

Lords of maternity and fortunes lost.

We are.

I love you
250 · Dec 2018
Matthew Thomason Dec 2018
You abandoned me when I was young
As I grow older with my own family
I meet the person I lost
and understand who you are.
62 · Jan 2019
A thought
Matthew Thomason Jan 2019
as we pass into obscuraty.
Feet up but very much down.
We find lifes lost on those around us.
Some calming of senses.
Find strength in what was weakness.
See truth through a lie.
We dont exist.

— The End —