another wooden bench, where I leave the world behind. Tibetan monks stroll languidly through this walkway.
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- in the afterburn of free willmy broken facesmelt t...
- time,you are a wicked mistress.
- behind a shade drawn down,the moon guides my soul ...
- I've fallen in love with my 'self' that loves you ...
- my solace is rebellioncrawling faster than light,p...
- knowing you were here was enough for me, for us th...
- mining the pain to write writing the memory to for...
- lend me your blue, so I may hold up half your sky;...
- a little piece of you in every word i write.
- There is no dancingeven to the music of the season...
- You put your hand on the answerand the question di...
- Memories of you cling like leaves to the wet pavem...
- Memories of you cling like leaves to the wet pavem...
- I made a prism out of smiles and called it poise.
- Autumn stands still in the morning treesin its min...
- you walk into my cage as if I just imagined these ...
- counting time in breaths for that touch scrawled a...
- another wooden bench, where I leave the world behi...
- Look at my blood flowersbecause I write with a ser...
- with fire in your eyesand a carve of wind in your ...
- an angel dayspoken spray rakeswhat cancers cause a...
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