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25 Sep

What Do You See?

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I dream of unknown meadows where the flowers cluster together in endless edenly bouquets. I walk through them for hours each night. Waking each morning to cramps in my calfs and feet at the end of my might. I pause to sample as many scents from as many sweet heads as my nose allows....
25 Sep

Untitled

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He stopped believing in love Because everyone he loved Ended up breaking his heart He thought maybe he was the problem Only to realize that love doesn’t really exist amongst his generation Young child, love will find you If you keep your belief in it This is just a bump in the road You...
18 Sep

Indian Girl

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You may have thought I never noticed you. But I did. You wear simple cardigans. You would rather wear loose jeans, track and cargo pants than dresses and all things stereotypically lady like. You value comfort over fashionability. Your tennis shoes are always neutral colours and your glasses frame your face with a subtle...
18 Sep

Note To Self

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Hi, my name is Daniel, better known as Dani. I made my name shorter in attempt to make people think I’m cooler, which I’m really not. I’m a writer who is trying to find other ways to express how he feels without having to resort to metaphors and I have a slight obsession with...
16 Sep

The Walking Dead

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Mouth’s have become ancient Funeral homes with weathered Stone walls for cheeks, crookedly Indented by stick figures of mental Slavery in petroglyphic rock art Carvings, dancing off beat on bleeding Gums as shadow puppets of Alkebulan Ancestors with knees planted firmly In ashy soils scorched, by flaming Hatred intended to cremate memories Engraved deeply...
16 Sep

Forbidden Fruit

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How do I rid my mind of these fantasies? These blasphemous conjugations you whisper into my thoughts. How do I stop wanting you? Is it wrong to want to listen? To crave your sounds? The climaxing sounds of you reaching your peak. I know I shouldn’t wonder, what you’re made of, but you’re bare...