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Yesterday is yet unending.Clench and hold the precious under.Suffocate and keep repenting,Keep repeating,Never wonder.Yes we can,But will we ever?
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Sweet at firstand always smiling,Lift your lips and say you love me.Yes I know you're all about me,Wouldn't live a daywithout me.Lay another finger on..
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Trudgingthrough the sludge ahead,We drag our heavy weight, and wade--Judging by the trench we've made,Weakened, by the mud we tread.Fewerevery day, an..
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But seriously,If I don't stop dreaming about these mirrors, I might justBecome what they tell me I'll be.Confused, then obsessed, by mental reflection..
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Welcome to my dewy eyes,Shadows, colors, fireflies.Wink to life and stay awakeFor a while.Through my windows, once opaque,Bedazzled by the glow they m..
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As deep as the roots grow, the mostFundamental order.Life is narcissism. So is love.Foundation, my castle,It drives me up the spiralThrough a life of ..
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I live another year and watchMy fingers painting selfish portraitsI can never touch.And they become me.I paint a picture of myselfStanding next to the..
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Some thoughts come in giant stacksOf sentences,And some in shorter linesOf words,And some in sounds,And imagesOf colors mixed with otherColors, and so..
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Wild, rampant nature, thrivingin the jungles, where I never go.I’m sure it’s very beautiful--more so than the kudzu here at home.But green..
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I walk among distracted clay faces,
Their clay bodies colorful and plain,
Going about their business and ignoring me,
And I wonder whether I should..
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