chronicles
with winter's vanishi can feel myself againi can remember having skini can breathewith this onslaught of emotioni can't seem to find your eyes the miles of earth and pavementcloud my sensesthey're hard...
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i keep wanting to pushi'm breaking my concentrationsi'm fucking up my planswhere does it start to spiralwhen does the slope of the hill changei suffer for those around mei recycle love from myselfand...
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your love speaks to me:through tightened vibrating stringsthrough digital messages that live foreverthrough the liquid softness of your handsthrough your resonating smilethrough letters strung together...
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i see my housewhen the floors were covered with old woodand plasticand our dog was blackand our countertops weren't finishedwe loved to dance in the kitchenshe would come in from a cigaretteand i'd...
View Articlecan you tell me how to get to neverland?
the land seemed so much more emptyand vastthe trees were tallerthe roads were longertime went by so slowlybut everything was beautifuland everything was neweveryone was honestand trustworthyand...
View Articlethe fight to be unbroken
The wind whistles angrily through the glassThe cloth near my face is dampMy hands are clenchedMy stomach achesI hurtThere’s nothing anyone can doThere’s no device that will better understand my...
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i'm dizzy from lack of sleepand i'm shaking, but not just from the coldthe smoke circles and spins above my headbut i don't see itthe stars are distractingand i'm fighting for dreams to happenbut i...
View Articlemy flame
it's the morningafter the morningwake up in my sheetsand only wish for more time to dreamthe cold air is rudeand mocks the soft clothes that cover methat kept me warm in bedi'm too young to face this...
View Articlemy little cigarette
don't you be sad little little cigarettei can shield from the cold snowy rain falling on your facei'll keep you safe little little cigarettefrom that rude gust of wind rudely biting your fingersi'll...
View Articlehalfway home
the moon was shining bright over the exit signthe halfway pointthe meeting placethe music drew me inyour ghost haunting me over the radioor was it just the smoke i'd just inhaledtelling me i was...
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