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A chosen final resting home
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Sprinkle the sound on a spoon,
Ignite until it's form is liquid.
Veins open and ready for the sound,
To crawl inside and turn me off.
And the ..
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He's got murder on his mind,
Ashing his cigarette.
He's got hatred on his lips,
Blowing rings skyward.
I just admire him from afar,
I put his ..
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Sensation returned to limbs I made numb,
Supply rushing in to nurture the ligatures.
Anxiety builds like a Lincoln log tower,
Casually waiting for..
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My heart goes out to all those affected by the awful tragedy in Orlando. Hatred is so destructive. Spread love. Be kind.
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Waiting for light to peak through the blinds,
For some reason it just brings me peace of mind.
A miniscule victory of another evening defeated,
Wh..
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Turning 25
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Lie here heavy breathing with me,A net of desire to burn away in.Eyes closed but I see everything,The way you bite that bottom lip.Smiling down when m..
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Phantom returns and I'm growing numb,Yet feeling enough spark to still hold on.This iron grows thicker each of the seasons,Heavy heart weighing down m..
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Inspiration can be found in the oddest ways. Standing before giant trees spitting leaves, I never felt more alive.
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