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The sun rose up this morn’, much as it has, miles away, years ago, many times, all in my mind. Ma’ is making lunch, all the while singing..
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Even the stars,
ever-shining;
-burning;
-twinkling in the dark,
must fall, albeit inwardly.
As would a million suns,
the autumn l..
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Sorrows, vast in quantity,
plummet from lids of eyes,
impaling themselves on rocks below,
as their creator sullenly sighs.
He raises his hand an..
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Four-cornered room.
Walls of white.
Door, closed;
Locked for the night.
Rain, outside,
sky-diving.
My joy, dead;
Sorrow, thriving.
Like a ..
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The words I try to tell myself every day.
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Creak of a door, but the doors are all locked.
Light tapping of bare feet upon the wooden floor, but I am alone.
Whispers in my ears, but I am deaf...
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Forsaken soul,
Bled into Nothing;
Emptied in the box,
“Memories Forgotten”
Laid in the alley,
Unattended by the Leader,
Unremembered..
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I’ll wrap myself in a bag.
No need for you to dirty your hands.
Who would want to handle my carcass;
I, the one who decimated these lands?
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Leaves fall from the trees, just for me.
Clouds glide across the sky, only that I might see.
The moon rises from the shadowy depths,
Immediately fo..
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Eternal pillars crumble before my eyes;
Interminable walls, decimated by my lies.
I take in a wisp of cloud as it delicately flies,
Amidst the piec..
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