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Say Goodbye
The way we didn't look at each other in the car ( Read more... ) -
Grasping control over my dreams?
Appearing in the middle of a massive Cathedral, unsure how i landed in such a vast beautiful place. My sight still skewed by brilliant light rushing in from expansive windows. As my vision begins regains the fine detail that takes a moment to conjure, the overwhelming smell of metal is palpable. A warm tone to my haze turns my mind into panic as i ( Read more... ) -
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She implores her thoughts to the surface ( Read more... ) -
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She knew that she had to share the sun with him,
A brief lasp in light which provides an opposite tone.
As she watches the brilliant blue fade above her,
A small sacrifce to bring him back into lumanince of the day.
Drawing herself to sleep, wake and brighten his day. -
dangerous romance
We were laying in our filth, together huddled under the first dry enclosure we had seen for miles. Us, the least likely to survive pressed together, we ourselves became the mud as the silence has extended for a time period that was now impossible to keep. Our converstations have taken place by the arrangment of my legs thrown over yours as you ( Read more... ) -
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delicate fingers slip down her cheeks,
exhausted and frail.
She takes the dew in with her breath,
at an attempt to deluge her lungs.
Her flesh scumming to decay,
hopes have become antiquated.
Time torments by withholding him,
delayed from the awe of his touch.
Her heart unable to succeed,
as her light is designed to be parallel. -
Drawn out
Grains of the memories we collected,
slip and escape the clutches of our prying hands.
Those that evade us to slip past our short reach,
etch and burn our consciousness into another time.
An immutable furrow emerges,
indisputably familiar and kismet.
Cultivating acquaintances with twisting time,
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M'oir is born,
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I don't feel like the kid my parents raised anymore..
things seem mixed between change and epic fail. -
Pre-Eve of Aging.
softly gently is comes with me, then passes me and it begins time to play catch up ( Read more... )