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Film

My memory is in
black and white,
gritty film,
shades of grey.

You,
long hair
black leather.

I was too young
to know any better. 88 more words

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ON PEOPLE

people are weird.

they don’t follow patterns

no matter how readable they are.

they do things extraordinarily

out of character.

that sort of shakes you up a little bit. 63 more words

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the machine

aren’t we
all just
creatures
underneath
shallow skin

aren’t we
strange
weapons of
unknown
destruction

another cog
surrounded
yet completely
alone

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Monsters

I’ve seen my share of monsters.

I wake regularly in the night.

It is not something
I have control over
it just happens.

My sight is… 95 more words

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Good Enough

Tom Waits is singing
as we discuss deaths
and drug addicts.

The day you ran
away from home.

Words have
never counted.

I only want to watch… 12 more words

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August 17( Do you remember)

Do you remember that night-
Raining, winds smashing, and a little dark it was for the moment,
Do you remember that moment,
It wasn’t much of a pleasure surprise though. 159 more words

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take it apart

I open the door and inside is an empty room, a place that hides the warmth of floor boards. I open the floor boards and found a child, inside the child is a forgotten dance ripped away at a young age, a dance that still haunt his dreams today, inside his dreams is a panic. 58 more words

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