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Within that morning abyss, I saw an imposing figure -Shamed from guilt,She shied away.Oh, the sight I saw -A figure so small,Hunched over -A lack of s..
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The ashes, they scatteredAmongst overgrown grass,Atop of the withered flowers revival.The ashes, they carried the breezeWhat of the fire,That had once..
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If his mind was always in a daydream,In his eyes -The awakening of a new fear,And his feet -A lack of direction.How do his eyes see anything -But his ..
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An incense, burning to the touch -A moth to the flame,I was drawn.Your scent was an entiretyAn intoxicationA face that had been removed.Do you own a n..
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Whispers traveled the corridors,Anxiety filled the air -And there in the corner, she layAs fine as a porcelain,With skin as cold as ice.Nobody dared t..
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The Black Dahlia flower had inspired me, and I felt I should create an image of the flower as a sort of energy, in the form of an image stuck in one's..
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You hold a mask of betrayalAs your summer air scented bodyFeels as if it might fall,You've reminded yourself again and againThat you're no more than a..
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I wrote this thinking of anyone - and especially a very good friend of mine - who has ever experienced depression.
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A poem that basically tells of what people don't usually look at - because sometimes, you won't believe something until you see it with your own eyes.
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