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he walks with a stick in his hand, across the lights infront ofoureyes. three feet away but a mile apart.

I am many people. They burst Furiously from their casings In my compacted muscular heart, And spread, like disease, Through every silvery nerve, ..

slow down, we can't lose him yet. his face may soak up innocence, but secrets gather in his trail like picking, squawking birds.

it burst from my head. not sure about it.

a bit mixed up.

my smiles hit your back. conversation scrapes my bones. my face is in the sky now. lean, lean down to me.

she floats along, on her fingertips. with a song in her head, and a smile on her lips.

a figure floats above the baron flats. her toes point downwards, towards the earth. compressed form of wirery lines, she looks up, the sky signals..

Miles below the locked-out wings, Sculpted into mountains and valleys, The clouds stretch out beyond my sight. Looking like a black and white pho..

Listen to the sounds of the dark. Stare through the blackness, smiling, at the hole in the ceiling. Sift through imagination. Talking is imposs..