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Spent most of Wednesday wondering why we hold on to what we do. The smell that lingers just after all the candles on a birthday cake are blown ..

Maps sketched out on paper money all roads lead to the heart of the abandoned visions and flights of fantasy we all fall victim to. Compas..

I'm bleeding, the moon is in a coma. The heat sparked a fire, that burned my soul down. And I could not mourn for it. The bullfrogs out by..

Sordid loose leaf recollections scatter from the bridge. The car is waiting slowly rusting. Where can we go? Further in, supposing that..

It all disappeared so quickly I had hope it would’ve ended happily I never thought this could happen to me but it did, suddenly. Pale a..

Ember colored water burning holes into the river with his radioactive blood. Split open like a leper sinking slowly, sinking ever watching ..

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