.
We are always searching...

It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

I exhale murdering judgment
..as newborn angels hover...

Things I'll never do again:
1. Pop little reds...

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5/25/2011...

I try to stir you
gently...

August rushes back and forth. The land
brought to this blonde haired boy is unfamiliar...

Ebony voices sculpted my hands
until I was clutching cold metal...

.
Tough...

I've never felt the vocals of love....
half of Rome is in midday motion...

Melancholy tears release
locked up sadness and despair...