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Open with a prayer.
White palms lined
entangled with mine.
You were the last thing pure..
Your smile awkward..
Perfection
Obsession
Obscured
Is there such a thing
as ecstacy.. .
Love: only a vision of golden sunbeams,
glowering outside a musty window pane.
Laughing wistfully in their glory at me.
The apathy
that spreads through me warmly
like a violent drug putting me to rest.
Eyes:flicker:dart open.
Get. away from me.
Don't look at me so closely.
Don't tear down my defenses unintentionally.
Why don't these people leave me
alone.
All those would-be lovers.
Pour them down the drain,
disposable.
I can't handle the weight.
Writhing inside,
i look content.
Just goes to show
that a show
shows nothing
really.
Picking, strumming the strings quietly,
dimming out the day.. . .
humming silently.
There is nothing beyond this.
My eyes stare, blankly,
receptive to all that i see, standing atop the hill.
The ocean field waves in the breeze.
If only it could carry me.
The consentual homicides that would ensue..
and the beauty breaks your heart...
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in being alone
i am nothing
but at least
i am free........*
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