letters fallen upon a scape. a character development. a scene
are we defined by this body? can no longer live
and on this death bed - sixty years from now
paced for success and to live in excess. time is
I felt weightless, i felt myself come out of my
lyrics: blue screen, black box. static flashes. it made me
the little ones know more than we ever will. to
i know you want to think optimistically, but when there
as a son, as a brother, speak to you father
he sang freedom. over and over. like with tourette's syndrome.
speak softly, in my ear. lay awake in bed. thinner,
“the earth is on fire,” i try to scream, when
The son of the slain man stands over the slain
trouble came to early, this morning as i rose from
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