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Stained Echos and Northern Skies

Suspended from a tight rope above an unsuspecting city, the clouds are silk up here but the sky is cutting and the moon is as piercing as the streetlights below, a faded glow of forgotten conversations, words mumbled underneath the … Continue reading

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Glass Bullet

Words like ice on glass Liter bottles on the floor Little flasks of something sweet Like the memories we can’t recall any more Clattering spoons and clinking cups Spin stars in a milky night It’s not that I’m afraid you’ll … Continue reading

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Paper or Plastic?

It’s a love story for the new generation Self medicated youth in a house with a good address Ask me anything If you know me you know that I’ll say yes   We got name brand love In little blue … Continue reading

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Airplane Man

I met an old man sitting on the airplane On the way to another nowhere The arrival time had been decided Another way to work to be united By the little strings that keep us all from home And we … 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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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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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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