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She built her house
in tattered papers of
broken dreams and
expectation of people
around her.

Why is it that everytime
she open her eyes
all she can see is
the lone star
pretending to blend with
other stars around it?

Why insist?

Why is it that it is trying to hide her brightness with other stars?

Afraid of rejection?

She built her home
in thunderstorm of madness.
The idea of being put
in the sea of people
and you have a enochlophobia, swimming in fire
and flying to the ground.

I don't know where it lead her
but all I can see is the destruction.

Her destruction.
FOX
Fox News has been
So successful
At stitching together
The bits that suit them,
They’ve just been appointed
Official Tailor to the Emperor.
ljm
Couldn't resist.
I want to collect kisses
Melting moments into my mouth
No agony
No everlasting despair
Submerge the demons
I'm stars ripping through the sky
As the ashes fall
Hidden truths can no longer hide
Electric dancing with a marching band
Argus eyes with a sneer
Incisive wit with undertones of crazy
A love affair with the sky
Crying out for the moon
Shafts of sunlight crossing the skyline
As my dreams go to sleep
#Manic Monday's
I get so lost from you

daydreaming of revenge

on wolves who'd prey

on you

or how the

syrup from your lips

keeps me so drunk

I get enravelled

in the flesh

that I lose some of you

each time I bring the glory

to myself

So I try to daydream of roses

they are safe it's wise to say

for they will not lead

me away from you

towards the brimstone

and decay
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