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She fill back against the stump, his hands cold holding onto them as Sumner ended with a sunrise a gold shine sat upon her shoulders

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There's nothing more interesting then the color blue, blue was the color I saw at night in the winter but the color red was more for you It's warmth was better seen in the flames of a red brick fire place its light put my blue sky to shame knowing you, you never look long either at the color to fine its purple with in the night

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Growing up isn't what we expect. Doors open doors close lights go out new lights are put in. It's a day it's another night faces are lost new ones we grow to know.

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Why is it the memories that I hold onto

Aren't the ones you hold onto of me .

Why is it every time I'm lost in those eyes you push me away.

With the first day of winter on its way,

I'd thank I'll shout my eyes and hibernate for a while.

While I stopped asking why for my hart knows the answer to a quite whisper,

Rolling around my head out from The dark it spoke.

Love shouldn't be begged upon Or asked love is a gift we cherish over

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 NGC 7023, Iris Nebula

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a glass of lost at sea

by darius greene / ghost owl attic

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There’s a light house.

There’s a light house with a light inside.

There’s a light house with jagged rocks around it. with a roaring storm of rains and waves smacking those rocks, sharpening to a point.

There’s a couple of lights shacking from the windows.

One by one that faded out, two by two blown out. the waves got higher and harder as others snuffed out.

The winds came down daring the last peek of light in the ever darkening storm

Soon there’ll be nothing to see but pitch black and purple light.

But some how at the tip top there’s the last flame shining brighter fading out that darken sky with every touch soon the waves all but stopped all tho the rocks still sharpen to a point everything got brighter then the points.

A blue sky roies over head, it was a bright day once more.

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There's more.

More time with friends time is more .

When you spend the last time alone.

More has been lost over less.

Lost was you in my hart years before you I'd loss it all

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This all ways happens.

I am here.

Here in my thoughts, less to talk more for thought.

22, with a wast of time, times a wast of life.

“It”

was the 3er now.

it’s the 18th,

“I thank” I don’t remember for two days ago I found nothing more than a lie.

Nothing less than going forward and nothing more than last Friday night….

Was a face I didn’t see coming.

A bat hanging upside down was a friend I found floating down the river.

Smoking and laughing for today my thoughts gave me…

A white roise.

Losted in my head.

Time was wasted

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“Why not”….

Why not dance like no one’s watching

Feel the hart burn.

Why not open up what could it hurt.

Why not go on, go to the world like this is me see me breath me.

Just why not try today to love everything like it masters

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It’s not me …. Anymore.

I cut my hair today it wasn’t me and I’d not be him as of now.

That face took me back “took me”…

I’m not this nor that laugh I’m me but the face is not me I’m here,

Speaking through lips that couldn’t be mine.

Who sees the cracks the man behind the blue eyes I’m gone today.

I left my coat and shoes by the door.

“Left”

Everything into nothing and that was left behind was even myself

At the end

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Rum & coke

Rum, talking a sip sloscing down my throat

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Interesting stories come from steel lips, quiet, mute  mouths, crushed fermenting, grapes, the breeze across my face what a story we have told a story four of lies for of us. Those can only be days where stars shoot across the sky times did steel in the shadow Dawn of night there’s a quietness that comes from a quiet heart zero days in fall that are so an interesting the tapwater tells a story of its own days spent in a haze. A haze of fog and smoke. Clouds are used to look like you feeling of home cross my mind reached into my chest and held what’s left of a broken heart. there are days that stories can only be told in silence, not a word spilled upon the whisper of wind, not a drop to listen is the hear hearing is for those I don’t want to listen lips do not at all a phrase I tell you bout day that has passed as tails streamed across your face in a parked car at 11:11 who are you to dream about dragons? I see you’re bruised black and blue. Just like me always overthinking. Always keeping in your mind. A timeless loop of wrongs and rights. You did nothing wrong. You are nothing wrong. Don’t worry about tomorrow. Don’t worry about the past. it’s no longer the present wasn’t a gift to begin with, so we should’ve called the president. You shouldn’t feel bad for skin in your knee and showing it you shouldn’t feel upset. You shouldn’t feel like you’re worthless or nobody wants to talk to you because there are those that are you and I and I and you that like us different to be exact 10 toes 10 fingers two eyes, one heartbeat, so I guess we’re not different at all, but even you know, and I know there’s more than that meets the eye of us different doesn’t begin to describe a black sheep, black sheep whales it’s wool as a blanket

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Uh hello... hi today finding I'm smiling, I'm feeling my feet fit my shoes being who you are is what this world needs,

Not needing those that can't wake up and smell the fresh summers air of a life time holding are breath and biting are toughs don't be afraid of splash in a Boat filled with holes skin and bones

Scuffs on my shoes holding on for liting go while being fake is nothing more than a Disease not meant for you or me Nothing in this life Is supposed to be forced it should come and go Just as was the evenings change tomorrow won't be the same as the next day. Some days it feels like your days will repeat talking to the same people seeing the same faces. My mind wonders is thisvwhat standing still feels like mouth fade an hour glass dranes, times up

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Puppies & kittens.

Selling puppies and kittens is a great tragedy boxes cages is where they wait.

Waiting to be pick up and taken home. We’re all puppies and kittens Deserve a home.

But some don’t even get a box to lay in