Nolan Bucsis

Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017

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We had our secret moments.
Didn't.
We.
Our own.
Thing.

Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017

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She's still around.
And it's not too late.
So I can still.
Think of her.
And smile.
I.
Can.
Love her.

What's it matter.
She is good.
In my mind.
Always.

Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017

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And maybe this too.
Like our lives.
Are stolen.
And sold.
At a higher price.
Than.
Free.

Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017

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We sang drunken requiems.
To the loss.
Of our future.
In those old cities.
When we were young.
And.
Idealistic.

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I desire.
Nothing.
More.
Than a catastrophic.
Chaos.
To die in.
Ecstasy.
Over stimulation.

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I said.
Set it on fire.
As I got lost.
Silhouetted against.
The blaze.
Glowing with heat.
Consumed.
In fantasies.
Of destruction.

Nolan Bucsis Nov 2017

Isolation

There's no peace.
In other people.
No rest.
No solution.
Just.
Thousands.
Of.
Nothings.
None of them.
For.
Me.