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Sleepless nights
my mind it wanders...
Ravens in the snow
haunting in my shadow...
We will scream into the darkness
that descends into the night...
I lay intersecting
where the crossfires collide...
One is born with potential
acquires desire...
A porcelain prison
my crafted disguise...
Nothing can ever be the same again. There is no going back, only going on. Each moment unto itself is of a fleeting existence, as is the next, the last and all to come. |
If i were a bird i would paint the sky with my wings. |
Undefined existence of abstractions of young hearts. |