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you continue to look through old poetry instant nostalgia consumes you what do you feel?  is it how you felt while writing it or is it how you feel reading it now watching ages pass as an innocent bystander waiting for the moment to come for you to have a chance to speak up shout into the void do you dare enter it? or leave it untouched? wallflowers are funny empathy is magical comprehensible things aren't really comprehensible, are they? what you think is what you imagine thinking in the past will only make you yearn for that sweet kiss, that soft touch everything is all over the place sprawled out across the floor do you want to clean it up, or continue to let it pile? you're hoarding burn it burn it all watch the embers dance in the air & the flames wave with the draft & the smoke consume the sky cough. choke. cry. suffocate. become reborn. you're a Phoenix & your life is up. begin again. sprout from the ashes & start anew.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
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you continue to look through old poetry instant nostalgia consumes you what do you feel?  is it how you felt while writing it or is it how you feel reading it now watching ages pass as an innocent bystander waiting for the moment to come for you to have a chance to speak up shout into the void do you dare enter it? or leave it untouched? wallflowers are funny empathy is magical comprehensible things aren't really comprehensible, are they? what you think is what you imagine thinking in the past will only make you yearn for that sweet kiss, that soft touch everything is all over the place sprawled out across the floor do you want to clean it up, or continue to let it pile? you're hoarding burn it burn it all watch the embers dance in the air & the flames wave with the draft & the smoke consume the sky cough. choke. cry. suffocate. become reborn. you're a Phoenix & your life is up. begin again. sprout from the ashes & start anew.
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
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