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From my nightmares again I wake, with heaving sighs from lungs that quake. The morning brings sedative sadness, and to my daydreams I escape the madne..
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The elevator dinged as it's doors opened with a sigh of age and use, revealing a long, dimly lit hallways dotted with doors and apartment numbers. I t..
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The late Arizona night was warm against my skin as I sat at the edge of the pool, kicking my feet gently in the water as I looked across the parking l..
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I lay on the cool hard ground, staring into the clear blue sky and waited for time to take me. I didnt want to go on any longer. The world was dying a..
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He was like honey. That was the only way I could think to describe him. From the color of his skin, the glow of his eyes, the sweet dripping tones of ..
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A collection of short moments that haven't made the cut.
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So here I lay in bed, and dream of silk and sorrow. From dreams I wake to dread, and with your absence harrow. Yours eyes are empty pools, your sk..
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I dream of stars I have never seen, a crescent moon sly and keen. I talk to the shadows of strangers known. All the while I lay in a bed of bone. A fl..
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Unfinished
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I walk these halls of silk and sorrow,where royal roses lie.Their thorns like knives,deceiving and sly.It was then I reached out to them.Petals soft w..
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