crisp black diamonds at edge of midnight
one color
frozen on deaths bouquet
sightless
vast reflections
slick curves
myth of peace

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ghost in gray
fingers of iron
stones heavy on her fingers
collapse of her memories naked
yet she wore its stone
of emotions
without showing any emotion

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Secrets on the other side
will become curious, and
peep out.

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Not every crack has money in them,
some have tears, hopeful
that their sadness will leave soon.

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requires silence once in awhile,
careing about yourself
and others, to learn,
rather than have hatred scar
your mind and soul.

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Intuition

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lucious red galaxy set a trap of stars for me, an alluring leather scent.

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My body is homesick, buildings taller than me, more powerful, moving around me in chaos, nearing age of thirty, crows rest their feet on me. Whos face is this? Putting my health first for once, departed home.

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Metal wheel of roman
numerals , darkness on
reflected glass. Golden
reams of enchanted fright,
across seas.

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Seeing you lit
up my dark

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