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In
the dead of night,
In
the stillness,
In
the silence,
I
begin to dream...
Of
trees, of berries, spaceships and pathwa..
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Let
us retire to the virtual chamber,
Our
identities will unravel,
Our
demons will unfurl.
Creatures
of licentious fancy,
Scintilla..
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Mediocrity
destroys all that is good about me,
When
I create, I am free, to be all that I wish to be,
Energy,
Vitality, Vibrancy,
Electri..
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A
self-conceived galley offers little more than conceit.A
console cowboy and a computer made obsolete.The
eyes burn as the water levels rise; can..
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A
mental dilation in prescient observation,
Cognizant
deprivation, a lust for creation,
Provoked
by malignant trepidation.
A
sensory ..
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Windswept dreams
plague atonal sphere
Crabs claw at
offerings from the imperial sky,
Republicans parrot
mutating daddy horror.
We build ..
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Broken whispers,
“eat
you, beat you, teach you”.
You touch my hand.
I could almost cry
but
my eyes are heavy;
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I
am in such a mood that can only be described as sour (my cheeks are
threatening to turn my face inside out). She has been playing her
games a..
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Once
upon-a-revolution
Steam-girl had no
solution
To a problem that
mechanology
Could not resolve -
The ever-winding
nuisance of love.
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Vibrant,
sanguinary hues and tones,Capturing
the crimson skies and bleeding the crepuscular into theEyes
of commiserating children.Sitting
at ..
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