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Sun, please dry my eyes
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Archaic should describe the space held between us now. Touch, acquainted, familiar but unknown. Moments decorated by the false pretence of happiness a..
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Window of semblance into the tenacious tenant’s hollowing mind, spaces occupied preserves her art, a lovers heart song, and a shielded guise. He..
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phantom visions,turbulent incision,are we not cut fromthe same cloth?golden dreamers,kinda like a mothto the flame,alikein some, many waysshrouded in ..
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You were my homeostatic imbalance.You were the distortion of my reality.You were the reason for my every relapse.You were my selective perceptivity.Yo..
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Often I'd reminisce the colour of the forest's bath dimmed beneath the old oaks that hid from the warm sun that softly dazzled through the ancient tre..
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