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Waiting for the End
And here I stand Open Hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting…
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In the Future Sense
You assumed too much. The world would be fine without you. In this, you were dreadfully wrong. The stars did not sing your praise. The Earth did not revel in your glory. The…
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Chasing Snow
Caught with fingertips Into droplets, These streaking diamonds Recount memories That can never be reclaimed. The banks besmear In dirt and dust, Render to mud What the past Recalls pristine, Maybe even divine,…
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Death Wish
The rush of wind forms into words. “If you could know what it is to die, to experience it, to be one with it, would you?” The shadows draw together into the long…
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