Nico Campe Poems

Its early in the morning and I've never hated breathing in and out until i opened my crusted over eyes.
My head is full of frozen memories, kept in a place i can't get.
We all know that if i was to grab at these desperate attempts to have a past, then i would be the most dangerous version of myself, one who understands.
Good news, i don't think of you anymore unless i need an excuse, i don't write about you anymore unless i need inspiration and i don't talk to you anymore unless I've had too many.
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I stare at the wind.
I see it flow and i feel it.
My body is filled with an overwhelming sensation.
One that pushes each of the boundaries that i have laid out for myself in regrades to the wind.
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Believe me, I'm a lier.
Like most things i say; i meant them to be true when i said them but, as time goes by, I'm proven a lier.
I was once decided to be as wishful as a puppet asking to be a boy.
Not knowing that a boy wishes to be a man, and a man then wishes to be a boy again.
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I'm eating leftover thoughts of you, alone in my basement.
Plates litter the western coast of my room, as my echoes return.
My echoes are ever so loyal.
Bleed out the sin of empty hotel rooms and poorly wired heart beats.
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