• Problem

    You are my problem The hurdle of razor-sharpness I must blindly clear Or get cut Bad Your are my problem The ever-flowing sands of Time I must outrun Or get snowed under By falling ...

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    Problem
  • Drunk

    Spun me around in circles; I took much out of nothing that was already there. An emptiness once filled to the brim with everything that mattered. A wholeness I swore would ...

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    Drunk
  • Wishing Three

    I wish that we may be together In a way that we fear nothing And believe in everything that we have I wish that we may both be stronger In a way that we do not hold back the tears But cry ...

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    Wishing Three
  • The Watcher

    Eventide slowly falls Under the stars That blink and fool Night becomes my shelter In this lonesome solitude Call to me With your song Ever promising Dawn slowly rises Into my ...

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    The Watcher

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