There is still this film of once present longing ( Read more... )

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Yeah I'm stil alive...
Amazing.
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October hangs in the sky like dirt and blood ( Read more... )

4 years ago...
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I avoid the street your mother lives on like a plauge ( Read more... )

Sliding slowly and quitely...

(I wonder) what exacly does fate point too?

When what we want isn't always attainable,
we wonder if it ever was... or if it just chooses not to be.

See cause I've got this world on my shoulder...
these nails in my hands...
and a heart so sewn together its abstract...

and yet I desire, and I am thirsty.
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Things have ripped.
And torn would be an understatement...

Between the heaviness of folding,
and the bitterness of moving (in diffrent directions)...

will something bigger be here?

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As for river pulling...
My heart is murky, but moving.

Sweeping off cobwebs never provided to more excting.
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