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There were railroads Etched deep Across the span Of her porcelain flesh Each mile Was a shrill cry Released from the caverns Buried within She hung close Like a high noon shadow Clutched to any form With a harrowing thirst Still her words burn With urgency As a roving echoe At the close Of each…
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With shallow breaths I hang on Half-heartedly Swaying From the mangled edges Of my failing Consciousness Inching Ever slightly For the tranquil fall Of eternity I linger Listing In the surging waves No longer striving For solid ground I rupture Swallowing the night And it’s murderous Brew of silence
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My engine sputters Through the thick sludge Of tireless voices I sink to my knees Weary and overcome Fully immersed In the fog of daily labor Onward I cry As I wade And inch toward silence Yet dying screams Are all I can conjure As food for the muck The foe of my eager treads…
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A melody steamrolls Across a mind Marred by ruin It’s infectious It floods From grey matter To the depths of marrow Misery is dissolved With ease Like capsizing in a swell Of harmonic majesty Piercing deep I thrive fulfilled Far from the sands And their cruel Scalding torment Beyond silence I’d linger In this boundless…
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Into The slums of my psyche I drift Upon the surging Winds of mayhem Coasting away Overcome Fully clothed in sorrow How I yearn to retreat To claim my escape Yet chaos Hails supreme Doomed To the torment Of labyrinthine nights Where I scour unkempt Through the blossoming Of cradled grief I dive Into the…
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Dreams Of spiraling roads Fill my lungs With peaceful delusion They drift on Fated to crumble Exiled, from my lurching thoughts I pull away From my foremost hopes Away from the conquest That loops Through the empty nights To no avail Shall be each tale’s Cruel and sure demise The death of fables Hastily spun…
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Few words remain For what was exhilaration For the uprooting of sorrows Once burrowed Beneath my skin They all ring With heartfelt vigor Yet their efforts Are feeble and inept For their strength withers Each passing year In the brooding Depths of neglect Love Is but a thoughtless exchange From the mouths of kin In…
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