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Hollow footsteps in the ground
Try to listen, there’s no sound
Smudged out shadows on the wall
Look..
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The outside of my mind
My skin, my lips, my eyes and mouth
May appear to be
Untouched
Calm and tranquil
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ideaslike droplets in the skyobscurely bondingvastly accumulatingendlessly fallingyet, like ions they shape and formobsessively searching for the othe..
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at night, she wakes up in the different roomthe silver
moonlight shinesthrough the little window on the white clothhu..
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This poem, dedicated one of my favourite jazz musicians, and the man who inspired and influenced my sense for music the most. A simple experiment, and..
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Mr. Einkflau, the man who dreams while he's awake, in the garden where sheep graze.
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Giant oak stems like pillars holding up the sky, limitless.
Will o’ wisps grazing on the light rays falling t..
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my head is leaking againhard from all those hits I tookmemories follow melike shadowscrossing the roadin the middle of the nightI turn aroundshe&rsquo..
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… I crawled towards the door, ripped out of the frame. An
abandoned factory with casted shadows of yesterday&rsquo..
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a poem about a man with a split personality
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