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At The End of The Line
Read more: At The End of The LineAll signs are graffiti. I’m happy to know that. I will post to keep you. As all messages are personal. Some of us have people to lean on, some of us don’t. I say post. Some of us will be sensitively insensitive, to them I say situations are handleable, lean on someone. I get they…
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I Am Too Loud When You Are Gone.
Read more: I Am Too Loud When You Are Gone.I am too loud when you are gone I am John the Baptist, cheated by mere water and merciful love, wild but over-known John of Honey, of time, longing not for music, longing, longing to be Him I am diminished, I peddle versions of Word that don’t survive the tablets broken stone I am alone…
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Convergence (Armistice)
Read more: Convergence (Armistice)With a soul’s longing and impending storm;converging water and shore,layered on silky mirrored reflections;He lays, silently, still. With heavy breaths and bereavement of thought;sands caressing and tides awake,cupping the pillowing waves, they converge;He dives, embodying, water. Silencing his longings along with his sorrows and joys;stoically, he departs quietly, gently cupping his heart, his love, swallowing…