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sunflowers

A Poem by winter;lyra

it is like sunflowers blooming in winter it is like a breeze before midday's supper all around me like a leash, on my killing could it be? a sig..

"i'm gonna do it for real"

A Poem by winter;lyra

i found him shooting blanks in the woods scaring the other birds with his bursts saying he was gonna do it "i'm gonna do it" there's already...too..

thinking about it

A Poem by winter;lyra

i guess that's the truth i mistook my heart for another ruse killed it before it bloomed yeah and now i'm shook because i'm no more certain of ..

morse code

A Poem by winter;lyra

these nights are for killing and you know it because you're always the first killer and it's all fine it's all right all's great cuz after all ..

rain dance

A Poem by winter;lyra

Wading pain Fading and waking Victim of a thousand feints I know what I made in gold coins But does she know what she paid to the boatman? Styx a..

about a song stuck in my head

A Poem by winter;lyra

is it love or a song stuck in my head? i took this hum ~ and somehow made it a symphony is it strange? because i don't usually go out of my way ..

sameness

A Poem by winter;lyra

purple deaths before fridayjust don't feel rightwhat is it, your kind of murder?i'm stuck in the sameness jen has spoke of...i'm thinking of some folk..

entrance 163

A Poem by winter;lyra

dream diary entrance black of the white pallet written prose in dead/extravagant days i'm either happy or picking up the pieces dream diary ent..

sei que sou

A Poem by winter;lyra

sei que sou pelo que fui e pelo que fiz pelo que matei e pelo que chorei sei que sonho e sei que vivo mas não sei se rio ou finjo porque..

this world we live in

A Poem by winter;lyra

this world we live in this wilderness disguised this home entrusted to the ideal hidden, under, a dream this force, this form of comfort this w..