let me in, it’s cold out here…
Tag: Poetry
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how he reconciled his high opinion of himself with his low IQ was the most astounding thing. absolutely ignoring the reality of everything. carrying himself as some kind of King 🤴…
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the dream within the dream was a nightmare. thought about Bowie, Scary Monsters and Super Freaks kinda stuff. strange i thought, almost enjoyable in a delightful way….
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when it’s cold and snowing, I feel so alive and knowing…
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don’t believe what I claim today, for it’s sure to change tomorrow. nothing is certainly exactly for sure. I won’t commit or confirm. I’ll consider any options…..
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everything must go, it’s reached that point. you said, I know…..
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between truth, could be something else. anything, nonetheless. answers in front of your eyes. riddles of compromise….
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words hanging midair. frozen, hearing only one. not this time. last child, running from the devil, chasing the sun…..
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you’re eyes painfully show, betraying every little lesson you know. exposing the troubles, acknowledging truths gathered so long ago…..
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without my little friend, I’d never be the same within…
Escape Reality 