There lives the memory of a boy
who abided ouside my window...
I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...
What note can I play
on this imaginary sky...
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Through humbly viewing time...
We raise our voices only to howl,
only to feel less alone in the gathering...
It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...
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6/19/2011...
i should be in therapy right now.
“should” is an interesting word...
spending evenings in the cold,
preparing to survive what could be...
You captured the grace of stars,
storing their luminescence in the basement...
Will my love be
daylight...
I usually keep my life hidden,
choosing for the most wayward of...