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Branches of regret
Pillars of imagined perfection
Restored features
Optional decaying cells
Moments trickling into chaos
Waking from a black frame
Your melted singing voice
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
 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
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 Sep 2015 Wade Lancaster
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you think of me as an oncoming storm who only wishes to bring destruction. am I not more than death and ruins?
"yes, yes you are"
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