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Philo— not enough too much of jaded edges too much of glass shards too much light not enough to heal Statues are worn by the scorn of heavens Philo— The look in his eyes Philo— Every time he laughs Philo— The sunlight blinds my broken eyes Philo— There is no right side in a war Philo— Only pain and peace and fear Philo— The deadliest wars aren't fought in battlefields Philo— Everyone Everything hurts Philo— His absence. His silence. His. His. His— Phobia.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Phobia
Philo— not enough too much of jaded edges too much of glass shards too much light not enough to heal Statues are worn by the scorn of heavens Philo— The look in his eyes Philo— Every time he laughs Philo— The sunlight blinds my broken eyes Philo— There is no right side in a war Philo— Only pain and peace and fear Philo— The deadliest wars aren't fought in battlefields Philo— Everyone Everything hurts Philo— His absence. His silence. His. His. His— Phobia.
05/18/14
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
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