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#drips
Just close your weary eyes and feel the demise become one with your veins, as your heart drips with transcended oblivion. The feelings you once harboured have now departed from the shore, the forgotten waves coming to an unavoidable end.
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Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 10:28 AM UTC
Transcended Oblivion
the lies we tell ourselves are    part of our consciousness globules of satan's blood drip    into our souls
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Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 4:25 PM UTC
duality 21/1/29c
In this peaceful dripping of the rain I see sparkles even under a cloudy sky resting, not quite ready to drip from the leaves of the Tallow. May I sparkle before I take the trip of the drip.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Sparkling Drip
did he just ask me to put my feet in his wash those last three lines should have gone on the next page did you hear or the next page should say did he just ask me ? ... .. .
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
Untitled
Up in the branches, Ripples dance across the sky, And drip through the leaves.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
Ripples
Fat globs Hit the window Trickle down the pipe Watery and cold Accompanied by wind And the night Perishable by the hot midnoon sunshine Raindrops; Forgiven for their fat, wet drips Of cloud tears
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Raindrops
The iron drips from my fingers. The man gives out a yell. The child launches, she launches at me. Sadly her launch had failed. I chuckled at her, with no pity. Her frightened face, what a laugh. The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for. After all, he was a bad man. It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact. The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then, maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die. I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh. “Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged. “You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed. Your idol has done so many bad things, now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery, in a place which this blind man cannot see. She fell to the ground befalling her tears. This was the end of her happy years. What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life? Reality is sharp, just like a knife. I laughed at the fact I took his life, with just one swing of my most dull scythe.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Death, The Reaper