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Tight rope taut in mortal stem
Stretched to almost breaking -
Your unconscious self opens its eyes,
and a few seconds later your real eyes do the same. -
I can't see,
desolate haze clouds my vision.by Samantha Marie 10 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 11 2:58 PM. In Headache -
A woodpecker, hitting the wood
over and over with an irritating scratchy noise. -
Aesthetic joy manifest from the buzz.
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Gemini, why can't you die?
Gemini, why did you hurt my pride? -
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Sleeping underneath the dreaded skies / that tell their tales of me, / I sleep upon these old repeated lies / that still refuse to flee. / Rest me in the clasp of this old world / that still cries with me. / I sha
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