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you don’t have to make a difference

…you are the difference You don’t have to make a difference, you are the difference. Each atom of your being plays house and home, swapping in and out

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gone!

This is not a poem Every bone, though not broken sticks out sorely. As the angry sun raged through the dusty afternoon I have sat here for long observ

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untitled for Afi

Calm funerary monuments tramples the parched ground of this deserts. The recoiled shadowy boredom submerges this incautious verziere of dreams. Again

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where my demons go

Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow (Symphonic Black Metal), DivinumX ‘tis the time of night when your love struts With a mixed perfume of musk and ha

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you’re at it again

My skin crawls my face falls my heart shrinks; You’re at it again. Your voice unheard your tales unread the laughs unshared; You’re at it again. Shame

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unreal boys love like men

I’m not a real boy; I am flighty, honest, lacking in manly wiles. But I love like a man. Fiercely, sacrificially, open, fragile. jealously, possessive

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I saved the moon

Tonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beauty On the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracted hand It caresses the

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I heard clear silence

Listening to my alter ego I forget my wishes It is not nice When the choking gray blue Of that life sentence Under the yoke of the wind Is not a choic

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To my Nightmare

Everyday, at every night You can’t break me down I won’t surrender In the stillness of the night I hear you all too well But I will not open my eyes I

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Maybe…tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow (FunkyGemini) Maybe…tomorrow My eyes are the dew On the wet grass They see only the hand placed On the page of the rain Where the thinn

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Last Night

Last Night There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear more Than I did last night. I wanted to shape the cold breeze, And the pattering

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Happy Moments

The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully. It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity. I never laughed that way to

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Happy Moments

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Illustration accompanying Happy Moments
The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully. It sways to the left, right, and into my shallow hilarity. I never laughed that way to such, there must be some magic to it. And so, it waves here and there, and I, giggling from ear to ear. The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully. I almost tumble and get lost in it with sheer delight, Until I glance at you, and you’re beaming no where else but at me. Has anyone told you that you look the cutest with that smile? The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully. I turn to it again, yet I desire more glimpse of your face. I peek at you once more and get an unfaltering effect. What’s wrong with you? I think, but everything feels so goddamn right. The Fountain is dancing to the beat and I watch it cheerfully. It’s a spectacle, yes, yet something else steals my attention. If only I can stare back at you and still get that same look, God, I will do anything to make Father Time freeze the moment! I remember the fountain danced and I watched it cheerfully. Looking back, you might be grinning ’cause I was too petty. But, heck, who cares if for that I got extremely gratified, I can insult my intelligence for more rounds of that. And now… The Fountain may dance once more and I can watch it cheerfully. But you smiling right at my side may never happen again. After the tears and hurtful words that ruined us and our trust, ‘least there are happy moments like this that I can cherish in mind.
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