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An echo-
And it turns to an ache
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Words are crafted with deliberate persistence
By the gentle calligraphy of the sighing autumn winds.
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A note has finally been played, / though dusty with neglect... / But it plays a tune of realization: / I love you less than yesterday. / I'll close my eyes this evening, / And somehow I know without knowing,
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Stealing sun / From a lightless place- / such desperate theivery. / When daytime screams / But no one hears... / That's the food of / desolation. / Open eyes to see / Up and down are / left and right; /
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So many words / Rested on my waiting lips today / I nearly died... / I find myself with the / Evaporation of emotion / That will soon bring / The final tear / My existence is only / Unrestful pleading... / K
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All the colors I've ever seen are brighter than ever, / Though irrelevant in my eyes. / Your truth is my truth is their truth. / We just don't know how to live it. / I'm overwhelmed.
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Who would have guessed...?
The hurt that plagued my dreams...
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Words look tame on paper
While they scream inside my head
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Why does time, Most insipid of all human fabrications,
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It's like a hazy trance Each blink struggling to become such...
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I sit, but I'm not me. I laugh, but it's not my voice
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There's a void I haven't known
Breeding in my chest
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I'm learning the meaning of forever
Taught, mournfully, by you.
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As if my words, Lightly dusted on the fickle wind,
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What visions of Paradox have wound themselves inside my head?
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Blackened visions of long-lost past-- Before the age of redemption's folly--
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Fear not reality For it can be postponed.
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Lucid dreams and puppet strings Entwine in realms unknown
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Your spirit lives in me-- The lovliest possession...
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I feel this block So stubborn...
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The life and times of misery Should not be documented
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Hearing from a certain mouth, Though unwittingly enough,
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Torrential rain is beautiful In the natural sky.
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“A core of light is undusted by the hand of a moon-given dream” br
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Listen to the chanting
Of somber Eastern Sea
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What do I owe thee, sweet breath of my soul?
With your ebony and ivory contrast—
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Watching everything, surrounded
(and yet alone)
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You said you saw hurt in my eyes
Impossible; just the sun's reflection
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Who are you?
You, who taps at my window
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I thought I knew what broken was
But I was merely swimming
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I just get so angry
My skin burns with rage
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From above the moon cries to me
From the pits of Hell I call to thee
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