The mask on top Is more realistic Than the contortions Of a face Pressed within.
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And repeat
Breathe in Dawn, Exhale through Dusk Let go by Dark & begin anew With light’s spark And with heart, repeat.
Unaddressed Translation.
Under the wasted rubble.
Another subject.
The Messiness of Illusion.
Emotional Lava
Having Existed.
Is there yet another choice But to surrender yourself, Down the corridors of reluctant survival, To protect the family tribal.
The Heavyweight’s Feather.
Counting up the receipts of earth-wide tabulated grief, The totals are populated with a curious set of numerals That are […]
Sunny with a chance of Anarchy.
Summer’s light brings with it isolation Into the fuming forest of boiling decibels, Hearing angles sharper than forecast symbols For […]
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