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nothing more
stillness nothing more
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as the ink runs dry
the pen is dying bittersweet as the ink runs dry
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Ode to My Mortal Enemy
Seeing the shadow dance in front of me I hear the ringing in my ear I…
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blackened earth
a nuclear explosionan apocalyptic wastelandblackened dirtcharred bonesbroken souls haunting the earth fighting for freedomnearly won the…
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An Ode to Writing
Pen to paper Fingers to keys…
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“untitled”
the raging tunes do nothing but heal loud noises seal the wounds of trauma past
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medicate or meditate
medicate or meditate
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Neither Longing
My bones feel heavy My muscles ache
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hotel lobbies
hotel lobbies secrets behind closed doors