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| I sometimes wonder why
the passing tides crash through me
like a wave of flames
dancing softly as shadows transcend from a stillness
so cruel
it seems surreal and yet
the peaceful whispers of her sweet embrace
remind me that I have been dreaming
for so long
I am delirious with desires.
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In the moment of another,
Lies a world to discover.
Accompanying the darkness,
Minds begin to wander.
The truth is spinning,
So close to destruction,
To turn away prolongs the corruption.
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| A moment we come to,
the dark I must guide through,
alone I am hollow
in this labyrinth of time,
searching and searching,
unable to rewind. 
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just words... and confusion.. ok! I suppose it's more of an erosion. Much like the water flow of a river bank, a certain environment would do much of the same thing to a person: eat away and eat away, and eat away at their soul. Charred...
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The feeling is spiritual. I've always wondered if others have had or have the same feelings as I do.
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When I am inspired, I do great things.
When ispiration is lost, I too am lost.
It is inspiration I seek. A life long supply.
Feed me. Feed me. I am only human for so long.
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I know who you are. If we cannot be, then who, or what rather? Please...
Give me something to work with.
Everything is cold.
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I ramble. Just words for me. Words of personal expression. Words to swallow. Take these words...
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He's always there.
His presence wrapped tightly around my skin.
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| "If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering,
the better part of me." - Incubus. | | |
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