| outward_bound | ||
| Death of a Rose |
she spread her wings allowing me to glide in each heart beat, in each exhaustion, in each revelry. she promised me her return with shy glances and promised me with her lips, as she slipped from our shared embrace. in the blue fields i brought her, a check against all others, and the rain streamed down her hair. i am broken and smitten in these mighty blows. this world moment is my downfall, when the light is cast upon the paper. i ride upon your freedom, in the falling leaves of her dark eyes. |
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| me |
Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe to us?" And he to me: "I will not have thee fear; Let them gnash on, according to their fancy, Because they do it for those boiling wretches. |
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| Emptyness Alive |
from this place from this land from my people from my life |
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