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i won't be shamed
for fulfilling dreams,
by Cannonsfire
58 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 20 10:51 PM
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this is how it will stay?
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gentle offerings
gather momentum in gradual recognition,
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you are wondering
where your ego's been,
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i want to write to you of live earth and dead moons,
daedalus's wings and pegasus,
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he says he understands when distance dictates movement,
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i want to turn up the sun so it blinds me
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the rock that pledges faith to the sea, solidifies meaning with unfailing strength,
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there was never an idea that night was dismissive, our alliance, whether it meant our hearts were shadowed
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this town wears a thick cloak after november,
the tiny window lights are paler,
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today i past a thought for you, wasn't large enough to count for much
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i wanted to run away from your dark lines on horizons
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have you often wondered why it floats? those final words on dying lips
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this time we will leave this town
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you asked me once, why anger had become second nature to you. it was too soon, i could not define why it filled every moment of you. the in
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the change in my pocket wouldn't fit a waste paper bin. it's enough for a pint or a loaf of bread, a notebook and a pen. thirst for the rig
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i gather it is colder
than a laplander's elk
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lampshade dust twilight cusp
by Cannonsfire
23 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 13 11:49 PM
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it had red lights,
the kind mother told you
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there is a need for park benches, someplace people can romance the cleaner air; mid a city that bellows and rumbles. all the noisy diletantes scurrying, unlike ants with purpose, they rush to no particular place, in love with
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this morning i woke on state street somehow i made it to a fence
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why must the wind always be a liar, the promise of something profound
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there has been much to ponder since i left. the sight of you, leaving and me. i stood watching you for the longest time. my mind begged you
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the day won't begin in shadowed death reminiscing charades of summer
by Cannonsfire
12 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 12 10:03 PM
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it would be a lonely game if the pitcher had no balls
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i want my hips to sway for you as hers do, the alabaster of her fingers holding her skirt,
by Cannonsfire
31 lines, 18 comments,
on Nov 12 6:21 AM
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for a second, try to imagine how insurmountable we are,
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a rarity
that's as simply put as mother could
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jane's belly was round in search of june bugs
by Cannonsfire
11 lines, 11 comments,
on Nov 12 3:25 AM
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'that hacking cough has gotta stop'
Juls lungs peeking out of her chest,
by Cannonsfire
23 lines, 65 comments,
on Nov 11 7:35 PM
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