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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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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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Remembrance

Will you remember me dancing to the city? Will you remember me crying at your door? Will you remember me after it all ended? Will you remember me as we were before? Cause I’m so tired of your silence Your … 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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Confessions

“If that’s love, I’ll take lust”, I said to you as we walked down the empty hallway. We were just two kids from different flavours of the same situation and somehow that made it all right to admit that. We … Continue reading

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City She

Another coat of lipstick gone, For every mistake that she’s made; Another girl, Another boy, Another hopeful heart to raid; They all said she had a future- But it was her bed that they made; It’s so easy to sell … Continue reading

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The Weather Girl

There’s something like rain in her eyes as she stares in the mirror. Rain, a thunderstorm of thoughts, all being spit out by her mind (though her mind isn’t much different from the media she’s fed). She is what we’ve made, … Continue reading

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