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I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin...
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you
no longer...
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I
am lost...
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A dream to me is reflection
of all things my mind taketh in...
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Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...
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In the sweetest sway; in the blurry line between
the dreamscape and the disembodied reality...
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My heart has become a castle
My tears...
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_Why must we achieve timelessness through time?
_ For the essence is torn...
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The house is beginning
to echo now...
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a stone
alone tried to poke...
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Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
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There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...