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how colorless it seems to be forgotten whereas milk laments all rational in daydream breakfast cereal profanity becomes mundane singers...
december (thought 21)
i dream once more of pasts gone by through life to limb of futures to come the soft wind and a clearer mind make one last complete...
periscope vernacular catastrophe daffodil
“periscope vernacular catastrophe daffodil” people are just sounding boards for other people’s emotions my cell phone knows me better...
bubbles
To what end will my existence find? To what extent and on what grounds will my existence thrive? These questions have no answers ...
how now rose grow was love
the thrill of hope is lost somehow in the petals of a gilded rose that blooms away from that what it once was it is a two-leaf flower now...
The Poet’s Patience
The poet is a patient man. He has to be. You see, the poet spends all his days trying to pick the perfect thing to say and, moreover,...
the lonely boy slowly slipped away
the lonely boy slowly slipped away against all things refined, awakening then one morning to find the sound of his own breath echoing off...
europe
From "the altruistic ending" Here I sit, swallowing the effervescent flow of the open night I watch too many movies and my constant...
underpants
Of so many seasons unknowing just to exist is knowing enough: The rhapsody and tambour of it all, but if it doesn't breathe you’re not...