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“Nothing is me” Mundane says Universal nature chants “my life acquiescence" in blooming rays.
Her love serves  Down her heart’s nerves are nerves In sweet redemption and reflection  Heaven makes their re-election  Oh, sweet help.
this Sewn Alchemy...   seven gods in liquid hiding, this in sureness on in spending this sure hour,
The chisel never stops picking away at you             From the clay you came, and then existence grabbed you             And from then on you were condemned for your nature
A laborious craft Where you spin Words of silk And satin Stories of fire And raging war Legends of dragons And battles of lore Myths of demons And ancient enemies
Shy, cry, bye and why Look me in my eyes, and you still lie Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?
soft notes of soulful awakening float through the apartment, slow steady, to accompany the morning brew major, augmented, into a crescendo in a london flat   a steady beat thrum rhytmatically
I do not understand why I am this way cursed with utter silence of my heart. As death do part my frivolous woes I free thine spirit from wretched guilt and break free the bonds that kept me sane.
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night  
My flaws are what make me flawless. My flaws are what make me human. They make me a part of a society in which nobody is perfect, and that makes us all flawless.
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep. The light and the darkness. And I found myself in it. Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty. But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
Hope. It runs deep. Deeper than any mineshaft, Tunnel or crevice within the world. Versatile, yet universal to all. It doesn’t hesitate, procrastinate Or assimilate. Hope is…             
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
Still darkness engulfs me Like a sea of liquid ink When a hand palms my chest Bashing like a bomb Bashing like a bomb Rhythmically Just as I take the offensive I see the mistaken oppressor
I walked with my shadow, side by side.
I’ve always wanted to speak out, Except I never really knew how, But with the power of poetry and #YOWO, Maybe my time is now.   I want to clear some things up, Regarding my religion.
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
We are imperceptibly bound by the common chords of our humanity; colored threads weaving a rich tapestry of shared experience. Our similitude outshines our differences;
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