much love and good thoughts.


dispositionhope, hope you choke my throat you withering flower gone grain i'll wash your eyes with tears i've cried and be rid of you again.disposition
breath, stop my beating heart begone you tasteless sense i'm gone inside,
the place i hide
wilts and froths and bends.


defectthere's a surpent living in my brain in the system there's a glitch tieing back all pull strings the lines all bend and flinchdefect
take back the solum winter's stare hold tight your fiery eyes within my cold heart dripping stone there in a window lies.


dementiaconcave is the centre of the body vacant is the weight of the soul carved inside is a tavern left falling waiting is the mind left whole.dementia
tar in the chest boils pitted siffening the cages surrounded. deep beats a heart that is ad-lib fake it burns unliving.
darkness fills the mind's walls fear, numb can't draw vivacity
languishing does the heart remains rotting all your thoughts empty is the cage
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890
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