Ticking hands in cuffs- bleeds or rest- a prisoned chest,
Hands of wind pull strings, grip or slip instead?
like eggs in cuckoo's nest,
a fork of road, one ends where names forget,
Heaven or hurricane, either knock at doorstep,
soulful harmonies fade into whispers next.

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Eyes wide open to the whispers that are broken,
Eyelids caught on fire, foggy brain from the burnings,
Far-sighted timer, but alarms set off at the moment,
If destined to be dying or dying for that destiny....

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Convex plates covered in world rage, on the crown's base, to
Crown of meat with matrix of circuitry of roots firing in place, 
Lateral windows passing the percussive pulses of target's pace, while
Its vague essence is picked through twin voids of space,
Hunting left its traces in psyche the war paint painted us sage, this
Wisdom, preserved in these shells, served in a spectrum of shades.

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Her,
tranquil eyes tears akin to diamonds, down her cheeks as if heavens weeping in tandem.

Her, Winks weed eclipse in vastness of existence, breath a gentle breeze ripples the vast oceans.

Her, Hair sweep parallels the horizons, while gentle shoulders dance in realm of emotions.

Her, Moves are keys bleeds symphony of rhythms, an elegant art in subtlety of the motion.

Her Smile, is....can't.

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Closed lids of horizon,
Blues holds the upper, Lower weighs the ocean,
Iris of rays inner in their orbits, foci on motion,
Pupils, the disciples of illuminating nation, as
These closed eyes draws the world's creation.

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Rustling leaf propelled by the winds,
Rests on concrete or rows in the creeks,
Severs below steps or sails among seas,
A fine little leaf hustled by the winds,
In a quest of its source carved with uncertainties,
Before forging into a tree, this a soliloquy of the seed.

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Old days to new night,
Gaze penetrate the moonlight,
All breath's a shooting star, heartbeat's a meteoroid,
Soul wrap the fabrics with sight of stars collide,
Shiny string of steps stain the night pearly white,
The paradise.

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Rose-thorns mourns the fragility of pain,
Off twin-flame by tongues cold-blooded in taste,
Eyes hold beauty, tears blur it from ache,
Fire feeds shade, ash at crest, warmth if subtle in it's state,
Thus duality of fate.

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Broken hourglass, spills the darkest hours,
Days to nights, strokes from the
fine brush with remains of what once was a desire,
Flapping wings against the fleeting currents,
subtle turbulence sticks this neck over the tides.

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Broken hourglass, spills the darkest hours,
Days to nights, strokes from the fine brush with remains of what once was a desire,
Flapping wings against the fleeting currents,
subtle turbulence sticks this neck over the tides.

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