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[If one did not know better] I would say that ink runs through these veins. Across the rippled pad of blue and red lines manifesting my letter..

Nausia washes over the now splitting tar he left behind, Thickening the confusion shrouding my mind... Finding empty veins - filling them with gri..

These simple hallow sounds are flashing through my mind In and out and away from my head... Urges to cry These sounds are reminding me of the thi..

It's nights like these, when I think the most... When endless thoughts are my devoted host... I see pictures and hear sounds... Remembering, &quo..

Twisting Turning Lifting Burning Breathing [breathless] Heaving [selfless] Intertwine [and now you dine] Shifting Kissing Drifti..

Danielle - my first love

More than ever I allow my head to hang low But wary eyeswitness all... As I accept each blow Somehow Ido not fall... Complaints are accepted by ..

A rose, Wilting. Its reason unseen... Leaning downward, away from the water contained in the glass. An attempt to save it, gently departing frail..

I wonder...

I always knew I had a reason to believe you were no father. I just never had the proof, So, I always thought, " Why bother ? " Now I hav..