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Gray oaks withering in the dusk,Their bark chipping away,Empty hearts bared to the world.Roots extend from one to the other,Reaching for companionship..
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Manic from the touch of anxiety.Relinquishing a single, empty breath.Lips dripping with the taste of the fall.My fingers ache as my grip tightens, the..
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Speaking with my head drawn back, speaking as recourse. What more have I to say? My mouth sours, I can no longer speak.Head wrapped in smoke as I stum..
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Sycophantic symphony, undiluted noise,Composed of twisted tongues and trembling teeth.Oh, how you echo through the walls of my skull,A melody so beaut..
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I quivered at the brush of the wind. The brush of souls distanced as they touched upon my arms. I was still walking, walking around the garden. A gard..
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Short thing I made to help with writers block.
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Gloomy under the silken overhang of discontent.With flushed cheeks, licking your teeth as you taste theCoppery air, scraping your tongue.Naked, the ch..
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Curled under the leering pines,Their canopies blanket me,Holding me tight in their shade.Earthen cushion, crippling comfort.Deformed, a weakling.Mothe..
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Eidolon of the dawn,You mask the air with your flesh,Spewing forth misty sweat,Cloaking us in velvet haze.Eidolon of the day,Your flashing teeth,Blush..
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Inept, bloated. We shamble,This drunken waltz mocking the crackling faces uponThe portraits bourgeois, their eyes oozingSpiteful scarlet.We're sickly,..
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