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Sleepless Dreams

The haunting colors of a memory that separates life into before and after swirls around me, a reminder of how it feels to reminisce while the rest of the world sleeps. The above reverts from clear diamonds to coal, soot smeared across … Continue reading

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Pawns of the Night

The day is bleeding into the edges of night, pastels seeping into the corners of the horizon line. In a few more minutes the rush of reality will become too bitter of a pill to swallow together, so we’ll mumble goodbyes … Continue reading

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Electric

Saw you on the corner of nowhere special and the imaginary, racing shadows with hands to your lips. We walked to the intersection of coincidence and fate, not wanting to let go, too scared to move past the yellow light. We … Continue reading

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Silhouettes and Streetlights

It’s the perfect time of night, when it’s right on the verge of dawn and the inks mark on the night is fading slowly enough to taste the snow as it starts to sparkle. While all the others are inside thumping … Continue reading

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Glass on Ice

She talks like rain on Sunday and she laughs ike glass on ice cold and distant twinkling stars praise the shadow of your vice Oh she fights like snow electric blankets underneath the winds little voices in big building she’s empty … Continue reading

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Winds

When she was twelve years old, a wind came to visit the depths of her brain, a lighted wind that stole away her most precious quality- ignorance. No longer were words shut out, the only trace of them their rhythm  like … Continue reading

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Wide-Eyed Realizations

Oh yes Darling, follow your dreams As long as it makes money We’ll talk behind your back Gossip while calling you honey And if you think the world’s your playground Well you’re getting too old One young face, pretty grungy, … Continue reading

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