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- Jun 19, 2019
This That Comes
The night is approaching and I feel with it comes my demise. But it won't be loud, it won't be sudden, and it won't be bright. It won't...
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- Apr 1, 2019
Soul's Desire
Each time I deny My soul's desire Fissures run and deepen, cracking the surface of my heart. Inevitably, Lines will become depths, Hollow...
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- Aug 11, 2018
Keep Within
I don’t know how to say what I feel. I think I should say nothing. I think I should cover the glass jar with my hand and keep within the...
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- Aug 11, 2018
Cotton Candy
Sometimes the sky is like cotton candy; soft hues of pink, white, and blue. Even during a storm the sky can seem like the sweetest thing,...
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