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“There is, to each person, their preference, their race, their creed, their religion, and everything else. Anything past this is to the realization that despite having a different story, we bleed the same tears. When someone dies among ourselves, precious to us, we feel the same pain. We all feel the same torments, the same…
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She stands so Hellish. She would move so Hellish. Lisa whites out her flame, her spark for a dream, before a sleep ever began. She stands in a fire, and walks in the inferno, for she likes the burn to touch her. She looks at herself around the flame’s tendrils, like its form can be…
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“There is a statement: to be proud for what you can do, and to be humble for who you are. Though, what if this was reversed? What if people were proud for who they are, and they were humble about what they can do? Does this not feed into negligence for actions, and then also…
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“We are lonely of the heart, not of the form, when we have lost what the form will collapse, without.” – “To not Sink a Friend”
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Lean out your life, Broken, into the next page. The messenger With his scribbles Is so often, the hastily-written note. Let the tyrant fall From your heart, For he has eclipsed enough stars. Will you pledge your safety In my arms? Holding nails to the cross, While your wrists bleed a trail. We can drink…
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How could all Discover where I call? I am merely two inches buried in my grave, In my Hell, In my storm. There is abounding scenery Displaced from this world, Of bones, Crosses, Fields lined with dead mice. She left a teardrop to my empty hand, Drawing herself away From my distant mind. Now when…
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It is that My eyes have only ever cried For you Under the haze of a dying sun’s Weathering flame. The sadness Will show me gladness, Will lead me straight Into your fragile hold That I can match myself. We are two broken figures Finding balance With our feet upon the snow. We are cripples…
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She knelt in the fog, Hoping for elsewhere To take her somewhere, Anywhere, But here. Her curls lifted From the surrounded shade About her forehead, Auburn in each strand, Loosened by each tress. She fled, While she bled, Soon as she lifted Herself, to see the moon. All of love Deprived, from her, From the…
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He heals pain, Wallows in their shame, Wants to conceal the cracks within life, Wants to hold the world upright. He turns it silver, As his tears in the moonlight. He holds a candle to the dim barrage Of a halo above it, To the moon, at its summit. He holds the empty pages For…
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Can you see? Oh, God, Can you see How the waters travel from people’s eyes? They curl against walls, Against the passersby shadows, To make rivers from their snaking movements. Rivers run To the ends of roads, Reddest in the sun, Blackest beneath the moon.
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Has your fashion Run out of place? Your eyes just hang there Like the coats within your wardrobe. Your body is a glimpse of your decrepit self, By your glance Into a fractured mirror. I can’t give love To a one Loathsome, in the flesh, By her eyes Deathly, upon her demise. Scorn your age,…
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Round your hips, My arms enclose. Across your lips, My words unfold. You have been lost for many miles Of unspoken loneliness, Dreaming of watching eagles To gift your freedom. You lose To then gain A symptom of unguarded pain. Passion can alight All of us In our waking from an extended nightmare. Fires can…
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