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a ghost in camouflage and grey smoke you write yourself into their story whatever they need you to be crawling inside them just to claw your way out again a lie a figment of longing imagination an oasis a place to live and die in bleeding out upon awakening here and gone leaving marks but…
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we promised never to forgetwe raised the flagwe held handswe swore we would be always rememberthat feelingwe promised we would move forward shoulder to shoulderbattling the same enemya nation of all shadestogether as oneknowing united we standdivided we fall did we keep that promise? LLthe blood & the bones
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I remember that it hurt but yet here I am again moving outside the edges of you earth and sun in orbit should not get too close I know how it burns still I remain in revolution arm held high your hand the axle a swivel, a pivot, a twirl a slow deliberate dance in…
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I’ve been sitting here all day wondering how to write this. Something that says something about the importance of this day and the above was all I could come up with. Because it’s real and to me real is everything. You see, I’ve spent my whole life trying to see people that most don’t. Mostly…
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i don’t know how to make any of it ok i’m just here putting one foot in front of the other and calling it life LL
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The story on repeat. Left behind on the other side. But I won’t see you there. Always getting caught up in little boxes. Misunderstandings. Words misread. And it isn’t like it’s ever anything significant. Just a connection. Just electricity. Just magnets. Or just a passing thing. Just another girl you said you’d get busy and…
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Flip the switch Mr Hyde is back again He is monster and man And I wait to see Which version awaits me Sometimes I am prey and sometimes I am nothing LL
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I’ll stay the course I’ll love you still Without a word I remain yours LL
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What is this ache? It burns and numbs relentlessly Through quiet and loud Through all the cells and molecules of me Upon my skin like fire laden rain drops Little teeth eating away My flesh a feast My soul the kindling What is this feeling? What it is it I am actually aching for? Or…
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now I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord his soul you’ll keepfor if the warrior has to gobring him home untouched once moreand then again as many timesas he is willing to risk his lifethe gun, the blade, the blood, the rageI pray his violence will keep him safeamen LLthe blood & the…
