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Posthumous
I struggle to illustrate the amount of space,the gaps between twinklings,of there,and here.In time,we define the victory of hollowed sha..
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Distractions
Digital #’s in red tocked the seconds away,
each, a forced click whilst the noisy fans blew.
The cleaning man made his..
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Farewell,
Thee…It will be a long time passed,Afore the mention of a new.Grasshoppers, Dead…worn, chipped cement…and the stale sc..
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Fathom
..sometimes I think.
Not times of all,
but…
times when matters are most.
There seems to be a new light to THIS da..
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Angel series....1
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LacunaThere was a time not so long ago when pause became the norm.We stood in this vast space,and existed,in-patients (patience).Colors around us exce..
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SunshineThe rocks feel cool
and damp beneath.Low and distant,the sound of waves
cascading edgewise…Gentle strands
blowing in the breeze kiss..
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Nostalgia
What hurts the most is the bloom,
the poetic vision I would always see,
in silence….
the naivete in things I would n..
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DecayA
square doth not fit inside the damn circleHow
narrow the straight line,crossing
the great divide between black and white.Looking
for a ..
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EchoI need a topic,A focus,A direction…I need a light in this muddled mess called mine.Something to see beyond the glass.Something…anyth..
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