sing the words to your heart's rhythm,
feel the push and pull of the collective,
bright realities flowing through each vessel.
First as fire, hot and red;
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I promise,
that when day enters night
I will be there to absorb the transition;
The heated air slowly transforming to
...
I can pretend
to have the eloquence of a business man.
I can pretend
to be in poverty as a man without a home.
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A man sought coin in a voluminous fashion,
a few more pounds to add to his loot,
used to help satisfy a prodigal passion.
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I feel infatuated with this crypt;
the blend of emotions i feel inside,
rip through all of the pages of this script,
and forces thoughts that had been left aside.
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'The clock ticks just a little more and I
Feel the same as I did 10 days ago.'
Words Whispered to one who is scared to die,
used to satisfy and fuel the ego.
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The second cycle of twenty-eight followed the horizons;
The fourteenth of these, seemed to add a hint of red to the foundation,
and each person seemed to cling to subtle smile,
little trinkets, collected as the sky collect clouds
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Spring, the skies open;
The water surges around
in the distant clouds.
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Day In and Day Gone
As day skips to night, I will breathe,
adoring the natural flows;
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