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that fire... (or) the reason
Its that naked, starving, fire burning behind your eyes that gets me. That masked pain, that fever I long to cool; and..
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patience Im sitting here this morning, rainbows caught in my eyelashes. Dreaming, sighing in the sun. These webs of dreams will never hold the ..
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the ashes of memory blow into my eyes
i rub them,
with the fists of truth
(the fists of now!)
that darkness is back
aching
in the pit of my..
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like a beer,
hard to swallow,
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that well isnt deep enough for me to draw water from. spirituality flakes off like moss, just on the surface. i am so thirsty. so thirsty and ready to..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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i have these chains, you see? and their weight on my neck, (my arms! my shou..
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i am dancing in circles.
eyes shut,
and arms wide open.
spinning,
spinning,
skirts flowing out,
like petals soft-
warm in the golden sunlight.
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today, i pull this blanket of dreams over my head. hiding. with fate cloggin..
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i can feel you. trying to slip through the cracks. trying to slide back into me...but the cracks are filled with rough salt from the ocean of my eyes...
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i hold your memory, like shards of glass in my fingers. tonight, i need you. i want to hold those memories closer, to cuddle them, and crawl inside. b..
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