When I feel The pain That always Comes You do not Understand Who I become.
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The Prince Inside.
Expectation winds a web, For the fate of most Is decided in, The heads’ of ghosts.
Occipital Contagion.
A step within Those eyes Was Their Aftermath And mine Too.
The letters that mean NO.
With the recurrence Of the letters That mean no My openness To trying Goes and Goes.
Stan Lee is Super.
In a lifetime of collection, Creating stories For admiration, The body of the collector Of the creator, Is a sculpture […]
Discombobulate.
“Believe me I’m smiling” She had said But oh, What was going on In her head.
Recollect.
Not to be a rescue, I followed out the door To the Avalanche Where I could stop, And think about […]
The Threads that Pull.
Gravel paved, The mouthing’s fill A mounting presence, That executes in place Above the palace will.
The Diffuse.
Cover me from waking dreams, That augment frostbite’s lungs And honor convening Suns, So that I really went To Dusk […]
Acetone Us Away.
A tired history, Has slept today Because of what, You did. The future of us, A whisper away Is already, […]
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