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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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where my demons go

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Illustration accompanying 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 havana Like a strange deity, dark as the nights Like a work of dead gods of the Savannah. 'tis that time of night I know how to tame Me, by writing; and you, by reciting in constancy. Your eyes are the cistern where my troubles drink But I come here always, seeking trouble constantly. And tonight, I had to run to the place where demons go.
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