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I am held...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

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Breathing...

(January 27, 2011...

Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up...

15 roses
for 3 years...

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

My life is beginning to be defined
by the question words...

Interpretations can be fatal
in the footsteps of an honorable dreamer...