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. I choose to breathe for every breath is free Calmly bound of tempted drizzled fears Slow dancing on the desperate dying wind Placing endless hope against the flow This does come beyond iron gates of broken trances to sing undying wishes upon deaf ears Fractured in meanings and senses known, these wrinkles form a favored mask Donned in apprehension of a wilted feeling Sleek and slender, along a poisoned vine they grow Challenging in endless streams of sorted need Stead fast with chains of charmed tethered truth Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon names cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream my name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen As I cry my tears sprout wings and flee from my face I fall to my knees finding only the jagged earth to rest Desires cling to the massive arbors of life Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff Nothing laughs like the air upon my sorrowed face and I choose to breathe for every breath is free
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon names
. I choose to breathe for every breath is free Calmly bound of tempted drizzled fears Slow dancing on the desperate dying wind Placing endless hope against the flow This does come beyond iron gates of broken trances to sing undying wishes upon deaf ears Fractured in meanings and senses known, these wrinkles form a favored mask Donned in apprehension of a wilted feeling Sleek and slender, along a poisoned vine they grow Challenging in endless streams of sorted need Stead fast with chains of charmed tethered truth Cartoon headstones with scribbled crayon names cast darker shadows beneath the edges of sanity Ripped and tattered these empty voices scream my name in echoes bearing nothing more than seen As I cry my tears sprout wings and flee from my face I fall to my knees finding only the jagged earth to rest Desires cling to the massive arbors of life Dreams falter along a winding creviced cliff Nothing laughs like the air upon my sorrowed face and I choose to breathe for every breath is free
Stephank
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Stephank
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
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