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Giving up the Illusion

Sometimes I catch myself already daydreaming about turning the wheel in to the oncoming lights – giving up the illusion to dream soft verse after the chorus of metal and discord of glass. No more screaming kids, or overdue rent, or being on hold. No more leaking pipes, or stolen cigarettes, or bad poetry. Just …

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The Clock Ticks Forever

Dark hours of the morning Spent taking loneliness in the chest. Solidifying inside you In a way you can’t remove.   Nights pass like wind through the leaves; The darkness descends. Leaning on us. Locking us inside.   Tea stains and cigarette breath – A faded spirit in the dawn. Thousand yard stare, Lost through …

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