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Glorious Death

As I cross my arms in cessation, I am ready. I am not afraid to close my eyes when euphoria is what I seek on the other side. 193 more words

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Picture Frame

As it rests in suspended stillness, I momentarily question my physical reality. As I block out the constant noise with two pointed fingers, I voluntarily question my artistic sanity. 234 more words

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Take Me

The cursor blinks as I wait for the words to find me. Let me be the one who can find the precise words to slide away from the would be. 182 more words

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Buried Alive

I cannot comprehend how you continuingly surface when I have buried you so many times. Your disguise has many protective masks as you rise to reprise the confused existence that multiplies my delusions counterclockwise. 136 more words

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Simple Touch

My clenched hands sit deep in my pocket, but I reach. My entire body sways back and forth, but I reach. My wide eyes close slowly, but I reach. 209 more words

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Motionless Rainfall

The trees they do not move, and the flowers stand still in amazement as the rainfall beats louder and louder. Do they know something I do not?  207 more words

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