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Dead and decayed,
Tormented and frayed,
by Mr.
43 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 23 1:28 PM
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by Mr.
19 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 17 2:45 PM. In Thoughts
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Blackened hands,
Eyes like drowning,
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Hesitantly stepping forward Like a timid doe at her forest’s edge,
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We've lit too many lights
in our flight from shadow
by Mr.
11 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 12:59 AM
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His spirit blew into his art
From lips burnt and chapped with hot glass air,
by Mr.
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 31 12:56 AM
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I see the fire dying
The brighter it burns,
by Mr.
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 31 12:55 AM
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Diamond eyes, diamond eyes
Stars in your eyes
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Oh, child
Don’t listen to the mouths that offer you void kisses,
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Cold is a thief -
It comes at night
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Sometimes m'dear, I feel as though my fingers are ribbons
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The moon is dull tonight, like a drop of grey paint
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On a busy day
I met a clock.
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by Mr.
11 lines, 12 comments,
on Oct 24 6:19 PM. In Thoughts
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bread bathed in
late soup
by Mr.
10 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 19 11:03 PM
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by Mr.
24 lines, 8 comments,
on Oct 17 5:08 PM
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what if there was a man who lived in a cave -
he probably got lonely
by Mr.
120 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 15 3:00 AM
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There is a place
where the wind is
by Mr.
39 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 27 12:56 AM. In Thoughts
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If you know the feeling of wet clothing,
and cold wind
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The leaves are lightly singed
by red cinders
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You roll with troubled dreams
In our too small bed
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He traveled
Over the black pools
by Mr.
18 lines, 10 comments,
on Sep 23 7:53 PM. In Thoughts
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by Mr.
4 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 22 9:17 PM. In Love
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A final goal suffers
from the illness of the first cause
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An eloquent quip quick conceals
that no answer is forthcoming.
by Mr.
4 lines, 9 comments,
on Sep 22 2:16 AM
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Judged for lacking
what was taken from her,
by Mr.
9 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 21 2:54 AM. In Thoughts
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There is love enough
For you,
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Roads die in forks, Ropes die in frayed ends,
by Mr.
11 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 19 4:44 PM
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It can heal
In a surgeons hand.
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We are all slaves to the consequences of our actions;
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I sense you with a SONAR heart
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Let my fingers slide down
your warm palm,
by Mr.
13 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 17 5:19 PM
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