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it's the caffeine making dark crescents undereye not some divine enlightenment (there might be a dash of soul-searching though) low, glazed limbs are frozen still a frosted flurry of flakes falls relieving my concentration returning me to the road to the pale glow of white snow silhouetting the bare oak grove hefty adumbrations emerging charcoal on unblemished canvas "Harden your heart, grow up" "Harden your heart, grow up" I repeat over and over click I get a different result Real insanity would be conversing to myself, not chanting: pshaw! My insides now cold as ice open windows, abrasive breeze I don't have a seat warmer don't need one when everything's the same temp I've hardened my heart, my groovy slouch recedes jaw set and stiffened Sufjan and Novo Amor siphoning my hope tears become stalactites "I have loved you for the last time" pulling me back into colorless pensiveness matching the steadfast sentinels blurring by
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Black Were the Trees, White Were the Flakes; Black Were the Thoughts, Blank Were the Results
it's the caffeine making dark crescents undereye not some divine enlightenment (there might be a dash of soul-searching though) low, glazed limbs are frozen still a frosted flurry of flakes falls relieving my concentration returning me to the road to the pale glow of white snow silhouetting the bare oak grove hefty adumbrations emerging charcoal on unblemished canvas "Harden your heart, grow up" "Harden your heart, grow up" I repeat over and over click I get a different result Real insanity would be conversing to myself, not chanting: pshaw! My insides now cold as ice open windows, abrasive breeze I don't have a seat warmer don't need one when everything's the same temp I've hardened my heart, my groovy slouch recedes jaw set and stiffened Sufjan and Novo Amor siphoning my hope tears become stalactites "I have loved you for the last time" pulling me back into colorless pensiveness matching the steadfast sentinels blurring by
I took a lonely drive down a wooded highway during a depressive episode
lucas
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
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