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Melatonin
She ran into the wall. So sweet and unknown. A worn comatose. . After six milligrams. We're talking again. Who would know. So sweet and so low. Who would know.
Mean Spirits
Back in bendings. I'm easily amused. Back stop calling. We're running out of room. . Mouth in sharp pen. Little grooves on display. But I'm still waiting.
Make Believe
They took everything you want. Wrapped it in a box, locked it in a key. Made of high rise stucco walls,. Polyester guards moving out of sync. . Hurt with curtain rod swords.
Little Lover's So Polite
so much for the light show. pissing on while pissing off. sucking in a smokescreen. selling of a loose knit dream. . folding up the skyline. agreeing on a steep decline.
Lazy Eye
I've been waiting. I've been waiting for this moment all my life. But it's not quite right. . And this 'real'. It's impossible if possible. At whose blind word.
Kissing Families
stop the season stop the sting. a plastic mic a broken string. infected wound from a rusty ring. so what?. soon you'll be there too. . Related. . Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis?.
Latchkey Kids
You keep dancing around. But you won't slow down. Please cousin (?), hear me out. You might get caught and if you want,. you can keep your fingers crossed.
Here We Are (chancer)
Here we are. Underneath a million leaves. In shadows of. Compromising scenes. . But now with your. A dream this would be. Steamier. . But I got one chance to move you.
It's Nice To Know You Work Alone
It's the beauty of confession. In the sound when the levees break. And all you hear is, "Roar". Roar. . Redesigning the connection. A composition painted on my face.
Gun-shy Sunshine
Faith and praise keep lock away. Sentimental thoughts can stay. I suppose I made mistakes. Carry on so I can relate. With your gun-shy sunshine. With my headstrong highlights.
Growing Old Is Getting Old
So we all are growing old and it's getting old. Pressure on our hollow bones and the varicose. Suddenly we decompose but we're not alone. so we all are getting old....
Future Foe Scenarios (acoustic)
The things we laid do not amount to much. made of abandoned wood loose stones and such. . this revolution baby. proves who you work for lately. . release the castaways who run amok.
Friendly Fires
Oh, the things we see. Through connected wires. Are the people that flee. From friendly fire?. When they separate me. Into being stored. With all the recessed genes.
Future Foe Scenarios
The things we laid do not amount to much. Made of abandoned wood, loose stones and such. This revolution, baby. Proves who you work for lately. . Release the castaways who run amok.
Dream At Tempo 119
I took my seat and stared. at the cardboard screen while no one cared. while the lights stayed on. the familiar buzz was now long gone. i just waited there.
Draining
You ask me to be stone again. Been wading out here for awhile. At least the weight could be the end. But not likely. . And it's draining. And it's draining.
Devil's Cup
Soon he'll be fast asleep. And I'll slip towards the trap door. And later you'll find me grappling. Scraped and torn on the sidewalk. . And reaching for the devil's cup.
Dots And Dashes (enough Already)
So you wanna mess with me. Caught me in a silent scream. Heat filling up my cheeks. Not exactly what you think. See you in the room next door. Your feet float above the floor.
Creation Lake
The way things have fallen. can't be afraid anymore. first we were water. in creation lake. have to start to end. to go where life lives. . there's 24 parts in a day that divides me from you.
Currency Of Love
Read between the lies of homespun advice. Nothing that you say, let's carry on here. Seething day to day, Its not possible to fray. View it coming anyway, Please carry on here.
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