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Apathy A While

Am I awake I can’t be certain. The shades are drawn-I’ve pulled the curtains. Hope flutters from my side. This person I’ve become that precise disguise. A million deaths-Every hour I’ve died. With laughter and wonderment, I desperately cried. In … Continue reading

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My Mother’s Son

“I will turn you.” “I’ll never be like you!” With that, he pulled the trigger. The hole in her head bled for only a moment before closing up. “I told you I can’t die a natural death, Ian, ” she … Continue reading

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Original Sin

We are within. With our original sin. Where can we go? To whom will it show? A Devils device. What we all sacrifice. Isn’t always known to others. This darkness falls and smothers. Me, I’m not alone. In what has … Continue reading

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What Will You Decide

I lay here unwilling. My days have come to a close. You sit there, hoping. Living what you chose. The machines have kept me. Here along with you. Do in what you believe. And all that we knew. Eventually, the … Continue reading

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From Now Till Then

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The Night Becomes

Shadows hovering within sunsets grip. Nothingness in darkness, we slowly slip. To roam the fields without fear. And swallow the visions of what they hold near. Moonlights glow covers the way. One must be-There are rules to obey. With wanting … Continue reading

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Undone

I am found-I resisted. The voices have insisted. All that I’ve done. All that I’ve become. Beautifully broken is the heart. Alone and helpless, we start. Together we try and become. More than what can be undone. With broken desires … Continue reading

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