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Heavy eyes, over the mountains dark side. Running through the water
of life, and under the milkway of triumph of something you’ve displaced.
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As we sleep, with eyes closed, we’re touching but its too close.. sometimes we surpress, know our worth and we’re depressed.
Seeping int..
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We live as we were, silently as the wind breathes, thinking… although these complications touch us we do get through. Demanding solutions to th..
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Hours of absence in easy decline, we speak in different tones when alternative images come to mind, emerging into the breathe, see erruption of distra..
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I write to forget the mass of it, the quantities never touch, leave me be. Behind the desk there is a note, look it through, look at you, the mirror i..
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There is an invisible force, attracting us whilst subtracting our delusions. Taking upon itself to call and hurt our confusions, and while we wait in ..
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There are moving emotions captivating the greatest hold on you, and its in all of you darling, in your wake there is this spinning wheel of luck and ..
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Constantly in the presence of these guardians of youth. Between the colours that we produce, i am standing there, under the roots of your love, inbetw..
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Place the last known atom of your traces down, keep it silent like the wind of change and the thud of living keep it low for the moments and disadvant..
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A short poem
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