February 2012
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This reflection is beckoning, like the highest tide of soulless water which pours diligence through a tinted glass. Come with me to the pearls of the sea and fight consumption with a tied gut that pounds with fear. Thoughtless resonance of the spiraling frost and let there be ailment whilst floating in a constitutional war through severed fists we remain. Shaking at the severity that held last...
Feb 19th
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Thunder, like shattering barrels of open fire in a distance I long to meet; you are the fearing and the fearful. I have grown a distance to this society whilst it shadows its self in complacent theories of bettering whilst the truth remains: we are nothing. Memories see defeat as a weakened soul against gain with our own conscience of worth and weight. Rectified with treason, for a weathered face...
Feb 11th
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Feb 3rd
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I lost you, deep beneath the layers of skin that protect a bubble-nosed face from toxic air. You’re free to go; never come back. Ill fight for you in my dreams while you flutter lost like a leaf in a storm of pitted moods. Dismally dreary on dawned draws through fetched wood on satirical sheets,: the virgin was never innocent at all. Fall back to your words; you loved me. This significance of...
Feb 3rd
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Feb 3rd
Feb 3rd
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Relapse.
If I were to leave; would you come with me? We could sail the farthest shores and hide inside of lakes. Oh! darling, find me restless tonight for the world spins on an axis of uncertainty and the only consistency of my thoughts is the newfound land which mores behind these eyes. I’d long for adventure; we could dress as our dreams and follow the winter as to never feel this heat. Always the...
Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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You’re speaking from heart, this loss of affection gains new approach for the weather’s acting like that chubby slut I’d once claimed to love. Where are the souls of the holy and the moral? This new society shows me nothing more than deviled details inside the net we cannot escape that teaches children to be whores. I longed for the wind whilst stagnant on the ocean, yet now I wish the wind to die...
Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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