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inauspicious you crawl through my dreamscapes dragging your silver heels through my recursive grays. scraping the grime from my amorphous solitude, i follow you into the clarity of our bittersweet meanderings. you'll find me in the lull between comfort and composure. i awaken in the hum of your absence, clinging to your static repose. and in the lingering shame of my throbbing, wanting a more immutable calm, i am feeble-minded and floating                                               through the day                                                              like a fleeting fever.
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
dreams, a song for every mourning
inauspicious you crawl through my dreamscapes dragging your silver heels through my recursive grays. scraping the grime from my amorphous solitude, i follow you into the clarity of our bittersweet meanderings. you'll find me in the lull between comfort and composure. i awaken in the hum of your absence, clinging to your static repose. and in the lingering shame of my throbbing, wanting a more immutable calm, i am feeble-minded and floating                                               through the day                                                              like a fleeting fever.
more dreams and more real things, too. feelings dissolving like dreams into the day.
paris-adamson
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
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