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Rough pencil scrawls of what could have been... |
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Bright flowers there were |
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I somehow couldn't catch their scent it seemed |
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-colours weren't quite right...? |
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A fumbled tickle of summer sandblasted by the jackbooted night |
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Sun went down/moon rose |
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We basked in the whitewash somewhere near opaque silence |
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-just as ghosts in a storm of black noise... |
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Cold fixed stars shining all over the tight tarpaulin of unsun void only. |
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Separation |
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-all stars screaming |
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...needle holes in heaven... |
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Another nameless soul on the blacklist |
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Snorted the sun, saved the moon for morning |
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Now awaiting further gathering of the clouds |
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Bathed in grey stroke black |
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-no way out it keeps coming back |
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Noise preventing rebirth |
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We bathe in shreds of whispering glass |
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Moon fell/sun cried |
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Kept the dragon down, chasing the moon now |
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With my teeth? And claws! |
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Down dragon/moon chased (chaste) |
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Teeth wide open |
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Claws at your pretty throat |
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Afell asun, arose athunder! |
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I am an e-flat mage |
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Chemical curses on the rampage |
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Head full of daggers |
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For the backs of random strangers |
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I suggest you keep an eye or three |
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Upon your enemies... my dear! |
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Accidental summer caught mid coitus |
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Smiling winter zips the [ ] up |
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...Saunters aways with a whistle |
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Whilst the good weather bleeds rain, torn asunder |
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...Tears for the cold dried only by their owner |
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Nowhere left now, death of our only summer |
