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A sun filled extravagance hears the sheep
Heard for eternity in the deep
Becoming a withering item of incompetence
Waves of endearment fell to the disease the must be cleansed

Violet, oh Violet, you've seen my arch crumble in despair
Leave on interaction, in bloodlust over here
Hear me love a stronger heart in this realm of sorrow before the tastes sends me to the chair

Shifted in triumph from knees that fell
Cynical pleasures, or so I could tell
Immaculate nights, and the wind has picked up again
Cyclones of the mirrors full my endearment for years
And shall my vacancy ruin the tears
Unknowing if I'm going to flourish at all
Cold to the touch, I do not know what it's called

Dimmed out lighten flame soothes my bones
And here we are, swaying to condemn the old

Amusing little man, you don't need to worry at all
I know the nebulas dont make you feel tall
But you musn't remember those faults
Here we are, in the city streets
Following through in the vague descend
I am the skewer that has come too late
Here in the void fleeing the cave

I wish you could hear me now, I've got a lot to tell
But I'm too stale
Bless the entries, always at an end
Shake a buildings pride, to where it descends
So I don't flee anymore
So my wind crashes against the shore
There's no more hope, not at all
There's hallways that look for more
The body so hollow, I want more

Closest sand pits, I claim
Set the pile so there's none to waste
"I'm just making sure you were right "
"You're just sorry there is no time"

Rubber voice, I lust for more
Tyrant from my history, please control
Rusted handcuffs, just break more
We're always crying to somewhere costly
When you're always lying in bed
I'm lively when you're lovely

They mean no death date
I'm wrong, there is something
Peering and holding, I have a leveled gaze

They're always washing for someone lively
Claire, I'm always waiting
I'm here, going through some changing

I hear it cracking
Nearby, I see glistening
Utterly exhausted, balanced on the erosion

Closed by the feather, clarity is marked
My lover, my flower
I've listed our marks

Sedated, so much melody
Cold closet that storms my bones
You're sweeping them slowly
The oceans final hours
There's no such thing as an apathetic view
To hold no values seems to be so sickening
Horrible
And rather revolting

Yet

It's seems to be all there is
An apathetic view
I don't care about much besides the lust I crave every so often

It's been almost a year since I could count the stars in your eyes with

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I am since a boy who would cry when forced to hurt others

And now

I am apathetic

I can bring stings to anyone and refuse to sigh
I can break trust as easy I can break my bones
But I still wish to feel the warm sands of the Sahara across your beautiful and pale skin

Maybe I'm too desperate
Even though I get what I want
You lovely lady
You make me want to learn French and pathetically charm you with it

I am not severely
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Anymore

I don't want to die
Or so it seems at times
This is my first actual poem.   I have no clue what to think of it.
So frail I'd sigh
Nothing to get me high
Things walk me astray
And the trees watch me as I am sold

Heaven's full of might
And Heaven's too bright
Pull down my tries
Savior, help us down our kite

Gauge my soul,
Watch as I grow old  
Touching down my hate
And shiv the old

Grabbing the stars
Wishing they were sold
Temptation
Temptation
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