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I am not here,
I am not there.
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this is just a draft. not for the public to read. it's an old one that i need to work on.
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This is not really meant to be read b/c it's really not good, just a few thoughts I had that I wanted to keep somewhere.
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in this endless
hurricane
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And I see
what will never be.
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sweet things, small whispers
stirring,
a murmur of strings.
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I am starting to know
an unspeakable thing.
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I will always know what could have been
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There is dignity
in this humanity
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I know my fate before it begins.
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treading through thick,
black crags--
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a warbled tongue
incapable of syllables.
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I am waist deep in dark water,
sinking through disbelief
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what it is to be
filled with this infinity.
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I drink in sleep, I sink in deep.
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I shied away from steel sky,
the white stretched to infinity.
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we might live again
one day in some other life.
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Black ghosts still visit me in the night
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scissorcs cutting
through delicate threads
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it fades into the bright
light of dawn.
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I am not in search of a fire escape,
I do not go to church or pray to escape the flames.
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