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Read more: missingit rained againI sworeI sinnedbutterfly deadin above headlight fixture picturepaintings on the wallthe one you always callmissing
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Read more: musedrama is an illusion, a form of self-abusebut that doesn’t prove to say I wasn’t being used.tied to a belief system that ignites my every fusean experimental game, the process of pick and choose.but in a way I was using you too. call it product of passion and if I needed an excuse, I’d tell…
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Read more: paradise sicksunshine petalcascade branchI guess painallows us to advance like rain poursand washes the shoresback into the seaI wanted you to see me sparingly it was your fingertipsthat burned into meand it’s the memory of youbreathing on top of me I got twisted in your touchand curious about your lovethat I burned us outquicker than a…
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Read more: que pasòeveryday, I’m reminded of a place I used to bein the shadows of mosaic windowsor in the spaces of the people I missliving in the places that aren’t here with me now i’m reminded. the feeling doesn’t get old, but sometimes cold…I back burn my deep reality to believe i’m living a different oneI believe…
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Read more: dusty roadI saw a man in a coat walking hand-in-handa dusty road led him to gocars kept passing and he had no ride yettalking to himself and the woman he dreamt of. they led on this dusty road for 70 hours and it pouredrained down on their soulsit pouredon their souls. and if he found that…
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