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wednesday pushes through the door an angry battering ram, reminding me all is not lost-unnecessary cliche i remind myself. daylight is cruel at times, shattering illusions of the dark. dark itself an illusion, when it is known there must be light for there to exist dark, or maybe not? a broken promise of the universe, plans gone awry, ships stranded because of the stars disagreement to align? my voice an angry arc of light touching down- north-eastern bound. **** you i cry, whose rules am i to die? misread in the moment, a puppy barking and ******* rugs ruined, thrown to the curb. slash at me, i scream, and again, **** you i cry. my temperament, serrated as your mood. silence now, a thick black fog irradiating the dawn. crumbling mass lose yourself, safety in your books. no risk for rejection, so we share that air-and the lonely night which for us, maybe forever- shall be blinded from sight, shouting aloud, below distant star-shrouds **** you we cry too late to live but far too soon to die!
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
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wednesday pushes through the door an angry battering ram, reminding me all is not lost-unnecessary cliche i remind myself. daylight is cruel at times, shattering illusions of the dark. dark itself an illusion, when it is known there must be light for there to exist dark, or maybe not? a broken promise of the universe, plans gone awry, ships stranded because of the stars disagreement to align? my voice an angry arc of light touching down- north-eastern bound. **** you i cry, whose rules am i to die? misread in the moment, a puppy barking and ******* rugs ruined, thrown to the curb. slash at me, i scream, and again, **** you i cry. my temperament, serrated as your mood. silence now, a thick black fog irradiating the dawn. crumbling mass lose yourself, safety in your books. no risk for rejection, so we share that air-and the lonely night which for us, maybe forever- shall be blinded from sight, shouting aloud, below distant star-shrouds **** you we cry too late to live but far too soon to die!
stefaniasanfillipo
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
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