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Bleak is the mind galivanting through time
From perception to hallucination, to porpoise, to swine
The living surmise, that death has purpose,
In s..
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Walking alone in the hot summer rain is an unsung melodyWet hair and brow and unrelinquished flameShe dances ahead of me unrestrainedWhere tall weeds ..
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There is a forever apart from infinityAn eternity not withholding in its mysteryThere is a long grey beach extending along an endless sceneWhere there..
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-I've seen of a scene serene,the crumbling pinnacle of all that is paramount;an unanswered ringing from beyond the rift.Do we grow in age to breed lik..
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-Loneliness is the grounded moth that wears his
fabric wide and long
Himself, alone, in his cocoon of echoed thought
Tailored are the morose-gr..
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Galaxies in view are but ghostly shadows of a past gently skewed;vibrant echoes of ancient purple and green and haunted blue. The emptiness that I am ..
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Regret is a passive plea,not unlike the charade of castles in my dreams,built from cards and flattened by an unforeseeable breeze.The sea is to blame,..
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Spring's wintry leaves, like
clamoring hands that wave at me
As I stand with my wintry
knees, shaking in the wintry breeze
Because something i..
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If Iwere a disease, if I were an ailmentTo be treated and cured by medical remedyA recollection of leaves, of discarded and forgotten memoriesIf only ..
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As cascading trees in Death's dreams, we each grow to fall.In our frozen, dilapidated state, we're all the same, though.It's the tranquility of man-ma..
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