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The moaning howl of the tempest through the tall white pillars
Sorrowful in its agonizing drone, progress’ latent reminders skip along the shore.
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Distant; in a growing sense.
Fickle, removed from a loves first hopes,
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Staring in the shells pearly glint of a quiet mornings sun.
Warmth, as it’s pale rays wipe across my skin.
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work hard
get married get divorced
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supple moments
soft touch
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Staring into the crackled glass
Faceted refracting broken reflections of me
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In darkness’ velvet shadows
Drifting in my dreams shallows
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Crimson shards glisten with despair.
Raw throat screams, “Life’s not fair.”
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Simply my jewel, the only I know
I walk in this sand so slow
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Three paces left,
Three paces right,
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What can I say? What can I do?
What can I be without you?
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The nights air thick and heavy
Time too lift the levy
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The mornings so beautiful, I see
The shadow of a cloud hovers over me.
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In a moment, an instant, crimson hues dance in their orangey beds of delight..
It happens when morning storms push away the spirits of nig
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Morning shadow migraine,
Sunbows accent the pain,
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The hate I feel,
Is a simple meal,
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Another dawn another day
None too see, a lonely bed I lay
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I have a gift passed down you'll see
Skipped my siblings and came to me
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Warmth and comfort close to heart,
Entwined to stay forever
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A lonely place, this place of dreams
A sacred place, for what it means
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It was the night, It was the mood
I sit here waiting and began to brood
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Tears are pains relief
For those who believe
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Sunny dark, reflective glare
Sucking away my sight
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Your rules. No rhyming sounds so blah, but your choice like it or not.
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Sterile eyes green crested yellow,
Soullessly staring’ just rewards,
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The scent of putrid thoughts invade
Pierced bloody holes, worm filled decay
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Pounding, beating, slapped and spilt on,
Laying in a den, scraped, bruised, until they are gone.
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The ripping deep into the vein
Sent bolts of delicious pain
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The distant flicker shuddered the shrubs with damp anticipation,
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Dusty light stings my eyes
Morphing white worms in the sky
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Every day, I wake, I look, I die
Just that little bit more I try.
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Wetted red hard to grip
This rusty razor sucks
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If I could fly I would hit a window
Break my neck and fall to death
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