Ash Price

I wondered into the mirror. This type
of occurrence does dont happen often enough.
I had came home and had just began to realize I let the day slip past me. This can make a being tired, very tired indeed that what you should be appreciating is once again deviated from your awareness of life. What I did next is hard to explain. For somehow, I became relative. Merely, I asked myself through my mirror if you had any idea what type of life you are living, and even shortly afterward do you even care?
Of course, myself was as scared as I in that same living room with the desk right below the mirror with the mirror closely to the door. The sun shone through that same window next to the door through those beige curtains and, in my opinion, that depressingly orange sunset was illuminated. Quite frankly, it was as if it was the same day as it was every day when I venture back home, except now I was through
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In a ship on a breeze
where the ocean sinks and produces a sneeze
as captains we are, nothing apart
ironic; with beautiful hearts
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Dark walks on long bridges
can shake oceans and make digits
of lines of gray, and always black,
and yet the walk is about not looking back.
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I bargained my life with Karma
only once, and she said
in order to reach my blessings
you'll have to live dead.
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Winking and twinkling in the limelight,
it burns so well as we all try
to remember to keep face
and to emit our, 'grace'.
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She walks across a sphere of influence,
or maybe it's just affluence.
An over exaggeration of importance. She dwells in a wolves nest,
where everyone is dressed up like lambs.
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She welcomed the weight in her belly and began to loom,

She did not know that her life would end soon
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