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Little Flakes of Humanity
Most of us, we spend our lives, working back, de-constructing, this world in which we are born, many rules of which we are taught, instructed to accept…
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Loyalty Reverb
You did her dirty, by cajoling her onto your own side, With stories of loyalty, you broke her mind, left her only with a heart, Only when she grew up…
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Blood Inscripted Sword
This time when the world ended, It left behind only one statue standing, Oceans rose many feet tall, claimed for itself mountains and forest, washed…
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How Devils are Wrought?
The coin was cold to touch, like a million years of death, But I knew, I wasn’t scared, for it was my own very past, It gave birth in my heart, an…
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Curated Free-Will
It’s not a pen, filled with ink eager to spill, between the lines, and give color to wisdom, Everything we possess, all the glory, is reduced to…
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Negative Space
That ink with which, I scratched words upon a paper, To you it is one big blot, illegible, you notice only the shape it cut out, Negative space…
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Uninhabited World
Like cold crisp air sea salt is the scent you wear Let loose upon open sea you and me would live alone lifelong on a pirate ship A world that lies…
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Fluffy Love
She smiles like a divine blessing, Always believing in too many things, My heart is scared, too brittle, it seems, that smile of yours upon those lips …
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Two Bit Lock
I do wonder sometimes, Are there more scratched upon, pages in the world, Or people who have walked this Earth, Because blinking and breathing, love and…
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Kill Switch
Are you scared, it asked, Why aren’t you glad, I am your creation, just born un-fleshed, I thought humans cared, how their ideas fared, It said, this…
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Just Because Its Blood
He dug out many holes, in his backyard, and hid all that he thought, which never would be found, It wasn’t a thing he one summer dusk, He had been…
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May 2023

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