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Jul 2016
Faking truth,
I’m not ever blue.
Choking on black mist.
Looking for what’s true.
Shut my lips,
then disclose my eyes.
See the gap between me and light?
Feel the depth of my timid fight?
I run out of my neon blood.
I will stare at the blind tonight.
Endless fear and a dying dream,
laugh with me till my final blink.
Make my pulse and thin veins relieved.
Faded say it’s a gift to leave.
Faded lie with two broken wings.
Idle freaks, angels smirk with me.
Shot, they fall, telling they can’t heal.
Drink my tears and then smoke my pain.
Feel the mess breaking out the flame?
What it keeps , I don’t know today.
What it leaves, drains me out again.
What it brings, never goes away.
Lacerating fear with a knife,
I will stroke the color of light.
I’ll inhale the remnants of fight.
Go and look into my deaf mind.
Kiss the gap between me and life.
Wayward Dreamer
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Wayward Dreamer
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   Rapunzoll
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