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eclipso child
near Pluto
self-destructiveness and happiness..balance.. ..purity & perverted.. ..blessed and cursed.. ..still fukin happy being sad..
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eclipso child
eclipso child
Mar 2017
******
..**** of poetry..
. there's no tomorrow..
..and **** flesh and it's poetry..
Go home and stay there..
..ooo..look out..there it is..
..total emptyness and pure solitude..
****..****..poetry..
..and you again like all ways..
Poetry is ****!
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eclipso child
Mar 2017
me again
..egoism..poetry..death..
..how much can love wan' t..
..hope not much else..
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eclipso child
Feb 2017
STUPID
..no dream's but dream's..i miss my point..
..no point..no point..no point..
..go and figure
there's nobody with you..
..dream's are make believe..
..so go figure..
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eclipso child
Feb 2017
DEAR DOCTOR
..plase dear..don't go
so arond..
..you still find yourself in the same place..
--is it home or somewhere more near to you..
.. ..to yourself again..the
...mirror doeesn't ever lie..
..so go with it..
..nothing in everything..
,,boo.boo.boo..
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eclipso child
Feb 2017
offcourse
..me..myself all alone..again..day by day..
..why haven't i've done nothing..but all..that
i ever gould find..within..
..no surrender..no retreat..
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eclipso child
Feb 2017
ADD
..i would like to add me
but that's nonsense..
..who wouldn't like sentences..word's..worlds..
..who wouldn't like bourbon..
Bukowski or Pessoa..or still me too..
But adding something to anything is chaos..as we see it..
..so add my add..your's..it's still the same
agenda..
..just to be.. ..again..
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eclipso child
Feb 2017
Positivity....
..innocent but still
death skeleton's roaming
in the dusty snow..filled with our own ash
How can you make it it all right..
how can you even
wanna even look at it..
trough to your wrong or right idea's..idyll's..
..we're still all the same ****..
..dying to get free..
trying to see the light in void...
that that's
what we really are..
..scared and blind..
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