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I look down and I am silent,
up again and
I am free.
I am free and
I am dead,
crushed beneath the weight of a world
that never really underst..
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I'm growing
old;
I'm broken
down,
and more than
anything,
I'm weary.
I laugh.
It's funny
how
one word-
that word
more than
any
o..
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The moon burns,
spinning like a
UFO
and wondering when
(and why)
it was forsaken.
It yearns for attention -
for the
rumbling
of life
pu..
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We live forever tethered
to the grave like
pink gelatinous parfúm,
strapped nonchalantly to
the white ceramic face of a urinal
waiting
j..
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A crucifix hangs ‘round her neck,
Her heart beats “Six, six six;”
The children, mesmerized by blood,
Stab at her with their stick..
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The night was calm and serene. The moon burned its reflective embers deep into the darkness. The wind was blowing gently in the night sky..
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I love the taste upon her lips,
I love the new disease.
I love the feeling that she brings
when she can’t feel at ease.
I love to feel he..
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Different types of people perceive the world differently. For instance, a pessimist may see the world as frequent series of pain and anguish stemm..
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“I miss you beautiful,” his shivering voice spoke.
In her eyes, you could see the love, the appreciation; she tried to be angry or dismis..
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