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Wondering
04:00
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when air became such a trying cause
in all this misery that is afloat
wishes are only certain
in the midst of concrete fallout
so choose a moment
that takes a breath forming now
helping a hurting hand broken tomorrow
suppose there's no way but follow
words that are stricken
so splendorous yet few
liberating so it may seem
to choose them anyway
so let it wander in a valley
that emits no light
and take the somber ache from your nectar
waiting for a concept to arrive
to summon so alive
as if it were meant to be
a luminous galaxy
flowing out of me
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Severn
06:02
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begging conveyance of such actions
limits the rock, pushing forward
manouvering around such a thing is impossible
for what it's made, is it imaginary?
yet with rust, surely it would now be
a sole weathered sort of fabric
but shouldn't it be fragile?
if it's near the end of days
a touch of bitter acceptance
overwashing the sense of pity
on the edge of mortality
limbs hanging
like flies so withered
and fragile
left to dry
the haze of a burning stone
that grows in an earth that was left alone
confide in me
your withered tone marched on the throne
made of forgotten eyes and wails
the sand falls through
to choke the breath upon you
numbing fragments
temptation is a cause
a floating portrait is reactionary
beneath the rays of night
that are glistening
the sensation is so limiting
within fragments of symmetry
papers left connected to trees
the drawings that stay aren't meant for my need
a whirlwind of leaves now buried with me
closing the coffin to end this scene
such dismal notes of forlorn absolution
expecting alteration inside destitution
temples holding the same thoughts of before
a draining irritation held forevermore
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Traditions
04:02
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i am just a man
and prone to giving up
faking worth for fortune
that never comes to pass
(or at last?)
how far can i be treading all these waters
this miseration - eternal bound slaughter
crying for me? i never see your tears
there's nothing that's free, in this desolate feed
(force fed dreams)
self-expression a vapid release
pathetic our eyes with their visage on these
meaningless words, images for you all
to lay out a heart in this everdying scrawl
(i'm sick of it)
too long i've made this fucking mess
writing out excuses to certify my breath
what use does it make to drown in what i lay
in hopeless messages, left to decay
if i could be a man
never lost in frustration
if there was a way to change the things i do
it would be different that i can promise you
still wondering if what is here is right
to lay out a soul taking all this in sight
forgiving? this isn't meant for me
a life filled with sorrow and no integrity
craftmanship, conveying what is there
cease all that's bleak, restrain the dark stares
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