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No one speaks the hush of wounds,
Not for lack of trying but for lack of words,
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How strands the osmosis of leather colored blues?
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The elastic ties of waiting, as restless as unwritten words,
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Moment overtaking moment, the hands of speech and all the in-betweens,
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The morning is false,
Soft with assurance
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You are wrought with scars,
circumstantual skin
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Sometimes, smoke is the only thing that makes sense to me. Because, having read other poets,
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We sense some alignment,
But rarely for our sakes.
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With rivers along his grave-
if never a god was made,
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The dents in my hands have begun to speak. I swear, they're none the wiser.
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When the stone is removed from your lips
And all the stars' truths revealed,
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I seldom forget the wide eyes of my age-
Emerald, pierced,
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The sun saturates the sky
Baking the clouds to pure white
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A man takes to the sea
In huddled care
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I see now how dead is the change.
The nights are long regardless.
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Here's to helping a white man become a minority.
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She used to haggle with me: "If you clean your room, I'll stop smoking." She'd already switched to the longest, skinniest ciggarette she could find. They were well promoted as feminine products. I remember purples and pinks,
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I am the reaping of a new land
For an old demise.
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I am the stale taste of twice lit smoke;
the reaping of an old land for a new demise,
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(Verse 1)
She said every paycheck
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(Verse)
She'll take all your advice,
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It's fair weather for a blanket of calm,
but the instincts don't agree,
by allway aaron
18 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 22 10:11 PM 2008
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I am the seed of indecision,
through slanted blinds I seek some notion
by allway aaron
33 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 18 6:23 PM 2008
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the wind swells with impotent rage
beating shrouds of wild climax into being
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and opens up white-washed walls to black-bled sleep
and other room voices steal into me
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The man that accepts just certain curiosities and rejects the rest based on their societal or preconcieved contexts is truely a lacking one
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You must be one with the moon
so hard are you to lose.
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It's sort of a dirty thing to be Seen nowadays
for who knows how Truthfull we're being
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I knew it was a trap,
but I let myself in
by allway aaron
68 lines, 11 comments,
on Mar 5 11:17 AM 2008
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We teethed on circumstance
but lost ourselve in each other's hands,
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We talk of weights
Cause no one remembers
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He fell, cutting the night like a flame
Splitting the world into
by allway aaron
10 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 18 11:14 AM 2008
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So I walked a path through the city streets
and no one knew me
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It's the cities fault
It decided to sleep
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