And that Could it be, Me is not The point.
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Our Pulse is One.
The violence in a rainbow, Is not without A hope for, Light.
Balloon in a Thunderstorm.
Her wayward thrills, Have taken ill And persuaded hers To metamorphosis.
My Compass is Dizzy.
I thought that I would always, Be there to suffice it close But as it opens up, The pillows are […]
Remains of Populace.
The party of population, Has uttered us into A misheard usher, Of lizard resolution All told onto a catch, That […]
Accompanied Travel.
At the outward seam, I break the lean And fasten still, Another way Through purgatory.
Bruised and Chose.
How an interruption, In an enjoyment Of being safe, Can make me Bruised and Chose My coldness As my own […]
Color me Stupid.
Traverse the logic, That lets the beliefs In fictions and reductions, Convince us To continue Their productions.
Opaque.
When you are not, Good enough For the one, Who would Make you, Good.
No Smell.
I was on, That side So I had lost, The name.
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