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tons broken graveled love

a path to find back, long winds scattered them

disarranged parts

gravity paths bore dust tremors

death letters sent homeless 

lonely knots

long fashion plans spoiled electric

infinite metal outfitted immortal hearts

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Standing young wandering the story, each page blank with age. I could write the nothing down, sway a mind to be free. Is there light within? Questions surely, I'm wandering after all. Will I find darkness? Worthless treasure or the edge of never. Lovers hands holding syllables, eyes that bring you home?
Maybe, turn the page. 

.019

melody fools, lost goes and burrowed
soft bridges burnt close
lights drifter strange bones
mystic words cluttered fuck 
time touching cascades hush~
traces reach deep 
specter voice raw breaks mystique~
ripping doubts a run pretend
endangered bliss
all songs end

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what have you taken? please tell me, im a mess you see

holding onto nothing, the dark nights told fantasy

whats real in a heart but the irrational desires to belong?

im folding those feelings away, no one owns them

but i can't leave them lying around

they'll get stepped on, stolen, or worse yet~ 

broken.

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stranger clouds come about, nothing inside~

you felt the rain hit, totaled faces frost lips~ cold wrecks

it didn't matter then, it doesn't matter now~

but you can't forget,

not somehow, its alone again 

the whole mistake~

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it must be love, i felt it tug. i cant feel you anymore but i felt rhymes relate~

the dreamscape~ a sky painted with heaven

enchanting bits danced through an electric fence,

im dying on the moon tonight, faint fits poetic wishes~  

held runaway images, don't blink. 

i tore out those eyes, the visions too deep~ 

keep crying still

you know you're asleep.  

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i havent been told much, life time stutters

lungs bonded with words, hollow centers filled with dirt

dyes splintered aches, wild windows tore open

souls gathered eyes abandon, a warm fix

throats caved, luster tongues taste, our songs shake

hands trance trace vacancies

its inside, i do mind

theres nothing about it, the ghosts are safely dead

a lonely shelter towards nothing, you can let me in