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The heaven's painted spackles,beautiful, bright, as each star twinkled wild.So much wonder to see,and one, just one, came down- beside me.The warmth a..
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A Purge
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Slow bite, rusty nail's edge,presses as flesh gives in,bending and flexing, a permanent etch,new scars forming, against the wall's cold grin.Unwilling..
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This is actually practicing for my series imagery, rather than a poem. But I wanted to see how well I could use description in shorter format- and on ..
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She waits in the tides of those forgone,like a blossom that slumbers before coming dawn,shrouded in the secrets that echo through the sea,hidden in th..
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Getting the gears moving with a little musical inspiration.
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Nothing stings like hidden truths,wandering from one to another side,behind locked doors of forbidden room,a wondering that no lie can soothe.It's lik..
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When shadowed walls echo empty sound,remember, you will always be my friend.When all feels broken, lost, not to be found,remember that -this- is not t..
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What about passion,what is life without life breathing backinto you?How can you stand there,your only desire to be stone,unmoving, unwavering,yet stan..
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These crumbled walls,lay out across a sacred city,as the sands and stone,once misplace from the wreckage,dwindle between my fingers,and make up a new ..
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