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Translucent
A burned dream
Fingertips at trembling galaxies
Remembering stolen breaths
Dismantled from rusted logic
A steel garden flourishes
Sealed with infectious passion
A reflection of mirrored pain
Emerging bloodless depths
Rising to a caged silhouette
Shrouded in sacrifice
And you're still with me
In every rolling wave
Warranting unclean requests
For a reflection of freedom
Concealed below
It's the edge of cold perfection
As we surface for solutions
Doubting your grace exists
Feeling the gravity of an escape
Celestial restrain
Persistent devotion
Shattered glass as the curtain drops
Noticeable yawns of immortality
Agreed now we breathe
A ***** of pain
I die twice on tile floors
However we will change
To a gradual descent
Your bloodline dead
Teeth keep you still
Everything left to God is quiet now
Simple dreams
Our mistakes lay downstairs
There's nothing more
Sealed in space
Motionless love theme
Neglecting a soul saved
Precipitated malice
Unoriginal to a shameful crypt
Rearranged embrace
A slave within
You keep steady warmth in Denver
I wither continually in Memphis
Because you prefer it
Winding down with a stranger in bed
Your prayers and future lost
Better fasting in mind
With a heart that jumps too freely
Just a window glow
As night comes for these shards
Your swiftly torn undercarriage
Vexed to the incalculable
Bleeding out under hot water faucets
We will share this death
Unrest with subtle detection
Further collapse
A lighter consumption
Agony prone
Shutters open to relax veins
Focus with a decayed world
You're still learning to stand
Remembering the end
Passing twisted resonance
Bottled winter
Half-bruised with buried innocence
You want to be known
 Sep 2015 sparX Kuijper
Born
Born II
 Sep 2015 sparX Kuijper
Born
"Born"*
was created from lost hopes
dead dreams
unwritten tales
tough waves

"Born"
has magnitudes of words to be spoken
to be written
to be heard

"Borns"
profile is simple

If I told you my story*

You wouldn't be satisfied
You wouldn't understand it
you would seek more of it
and still beg me to stop narrating it
you won't bear the pains
but you will crave for the joys

"Born"
is most about reality, life
not much fiction
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