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Now or never! My destiny awaits, swooning at the stern Long for me to join her Breathless at every buckle and turn Now, more than ever! Action is warranted and dire With every motion I must savor With every curve I desire Now! Our locked formation of thoughts unravel Roaming in sporadic directions Unleashed and…
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I dared To cut a clearing in time Trudging through its deceitful years Waist deep in its putrid grime Wading until I am lovingly called Coveted by the heirlooms From the squalor I humbly crawled How did I fare? I fared not so well! Hateful and scrawny I am marred by a winding hell! Do…
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The utter demise of my composure Is what I behold, with both elation and despair Rife with longing, I crumble beneath her mighty treads Bound to an insatiable hunger That festers madly within I steam for hours on end Groveling, as I falter with drunkenness Stricken once again with an unnatural illness That has long…
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We are pieces, jam-packed in an illusion Shape shifting through the empty voyage of time To the vagrant slabs, caught up in their own being Carry on in your aimless stride Who will shuffle into desolation first? Crowding the overpasses As roads bustle with chaos As thoughts stray and clash Behind the rumbles of desperation…
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I’m really not a fan of the sound of my own voice. I sound way too nerdy.
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Time soars and withers behind every thought Frittered, upon the rogue journeys of dragonflies They fixate, upon fowls that flutter in boundless luxury Forever, may they roam certain and free Into the arms of twilit wonder I shed the fabrics of my feeble existence Wandering, further into cloudy delusion Seemingly weightless within eternal ease How…
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Its time for another reading! In this one i drone on and on about a girl i never really had a chance with. Its okay, there will be others i suppose
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This heart of mine, dwindles and dulls Scrambling so feverish for a gracious lull Peace, shies from my clueless strive Answering only to those who may survive Iron-clad leagues, tread on with vigor Snarling at death whilst squeezing their triggers Worn by peril they march in a cursed daze No longer rattled by death’s boundless…
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