Perhaps my words will remain forever untouched, unseen and buried...like the first shed leaves of autumn,
curled up,
hugging the cold floor of the forest
till they turn to dust.

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If I must burn in the fires of existence, let my flame light the world in a multitude of colors

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a cold, dead End.
When the soul is touched with vibrant color, the canvas of our being is stained forever.
Our only hope is to treasure this messy beautiful work of art they have made of us.

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Let me slowly lose my mind.

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Am I precious to you?
I want to be your whole world,
to suffocate you
Till all you want to breathe is me.

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I wake up
And I just want to go back to bed

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Words
crowd her restless mind like
naughty children running wild

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Words
crowd her restless mind like
naughty children running wild
without a care,
kick up a mess
of playground dust
to much distress.
She watches their unruly games
They must be tamed
they must be combed
her thoughts, her hair
her tangled mane.

Here's a pen...
and words line up
in single file, well behaved.
She"ll dress them up in pretty frills,
and watch them dance across the page.

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I must not chase a foolish dream
The plains of happiness...?
No greater curse was seen.
Vacant tasteless life,
empty meaningless smiles.

No.
The sweet wine of suffering
you must give to me instead;
so I might share it merrily,
with sympathetic friends;
then watch it dribble down my lips
in countless shades of red.

Let there be no plains for me
Just misery or ecstasy!

Some times, reader,
Meet me at the highest peaks,
Some times,
Watch me simmer
in valleys dark and deep.

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I must not chase a foolish dream
The plains of happiness...?
No greater curse was seen.
Vacant tasteless life, it's
empty meaningless greens.

No,
The sweet wine of suffering
you must give to me instead;
so I might share it merrily,
with sympathetic friends;
Then watch it dribble
down my lips,
in countless shades of red.

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