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FingertipsMorning light pierces trough the drapes,
particles of dust, twirl in the air.
Tiny fingerprints reach for the dancing flecks,
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My Composer
Its construction exquisite,
intricate detail in each thought.
Solid and hollow surface,
strings tied in a peculiar knot.
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LostEyes close, heels click,a plea to return back home.Eyes open to far away,still lost on yellow cobbled stone.
Rainee
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RealityTilted head to morning sun,dreams find me in the light.Eyes close again a blanket dark,I count the hours until night.
Rainee
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3AMThe muted beat of a broken heart,a heroic fight to heal the hurt.Palms pressed in silent prayer,bare knees into dampened dirt.The silent whimper fr..
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June 7th 2016A swift blow to heart and mind received as I stand in the window framed in stone. Its sill dampened from tears cried as I stood weeping, ..
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Journal Entry
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ExtractionA burn as I open,all of me you try to see.With thrashing hands you rip,searching for all the secrets that I keep.Screams, they escape,as fro..
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My VesselMy vessel not as strong,as those who had gone before.Yet, he had faith that I would sail,and find my way back to his shore.Carefully he place..
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HairTousled by the wind,tangled in passion upon a sheet.Draped over erect n*****s,pulled back nice and neat.Soaked with tears of pain,hiding the sad t..
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