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 Apr 2016 WiltingMoon
mike dm
i am hating myself 
then analyzing and reanalyzing 
why i hate myself 
then hating how i hate me so much
and how self-consumed it is
then feeling the evening cool breeze 
spacing out
then wondering what 
that last final edit of me
will feel like
Listen and listen close

the wind she's telling you her secrets

She's telling you about your ghost


Look at the trees that bend

they are leading you

Leading you to him


Feel the dirt beneath your feet

it is no longer dry

Feel the earth as she weeps


Taste the rain upon your lips

smoke and ash raining down

Taste like the fire from his kiss


The ghost is ghost no more

wind, trees, and rain

They have led him to your door


Open it slowly with intentions true

upon your mouth a smile coy

*He is waiting out there for you
Listen close...do you hear the call?
 Mar 2016 WiltingMoon
Sam
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 Mar 2016 WiltingMoon
Sam
Time has a fickle heart...I left my memories with her thinking I could return and pick them up but they were fleeting moments she took them with her and I am left with empty pages.
 Feb 2016 WiltingMoon
m i a
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 Feb 2016 WiltingMoon
m i a
who would want to be obsessed with magizines and lies, when you can be obsessed with the galaxies in your eyes?
i didnt know what to call this, hope you enjoyed it anyway. <3
 Feb 2016 WiltingMoon
Mohd Arshad
The
Art
Of speaking
Is the art of changing the people
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