Saltedpeanut Blank

You took me by the hand
as we walked this pebbly path.
Walking barefooted over soft,
smooth stones and dewy wet grass.
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Sun begins to fade as she rises
opening her blood shot eyes,
the dark rings enveloping them,
reminders of what beauty once was.
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They who fight side by side,
the only thing to justify
is the life for which they strive
it warms their hearts to a boil
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Industrial loop four miles, four miles to go
each mile he hates more than the next
he can feel the night sky fill the void
the stars only half as bright as before
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With each breath
The sea washes over the shore
As the frothy foam seeps in
Leaving its foot print in the sand
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Prelude: “Currently I feel like I’m being suffocated by something that's not there. As if a void stammers out my thoughts of joy and there is nothing to be had. Sometimes I wish to become as of nothing, to be whole with the nothing that currently consumes my heart.”

It's as if an ice ship drawn to the Arctic
steel built to hold out the cold
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I wake to the most beautiful scene. The sun pours in through the boughs of the great oak tree across the street. The Earth takes its morning breaths as dust rises through the twilight. The old plantation home's wrap around porch is moistened with the dew of the saturated thick air of late summer. The cotton of orange, pink, and purple sky paints the motif of the yellow plantation home as the sun ever creeps over the peak of it peering through the darkness of the oaks leaves.
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Make him wish,
make him hope for a smile
for an end to searching,
running on dreams
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The pendulum swings,
swings,
swings.
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