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I didn't really like this one, i kept it unposted for a while. im not going to work on it much more though
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hear ye! hear ye!all courts and commonersthe king is dead!spoken from the coronerwho saw him splitsawed, wide openfor a hint, a dropof a curious poiso..
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on my trek to thebeginning of all beginningsi can sit and whisper withfireflies, campfire bugsaround my humble,one above all, i wallow praiseto the lo..
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if i ripped my veins out of my wristand made something to mylikeness, would i finallybe beautiful?i am no strangerto playing god, twistingfate, so in ..
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I’ll become a manof the wildernessand I’ll show with begottenhands, how worthy of a dreamI really ampurpose, pulls me nighand close withou..
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in my experience there are two kinds of lossone is shattering, debilitatingreducing you to only a nameand the other feels just about the samethough th..
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window blinds,illuminatedby streetlights outsideleave chessprint patternson my otherwiseblank wallswalls that used to be coveredin paintings, and post..
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sing me a lullabyso i can sleep once againeven a whisper is worthwhilebecause cold silence will be my endit doesnt need to be muchyou dont need to be ..
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"watching myself become emotionally distanced"
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last nighton my way to the gas stationthere was a body on the groundwith 6 or so police cruisers aroundof course i stopped bycuriosity will always be ..
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