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White lines on a mirror with a burning throat.
Another night drowning in the promises I wrote;...

The glass on the window, to a thousand pieces has shattered
and cannot be repaired and become what...

Hesitantly, in the dark, I touch
wood? Pushing, it slowly moves,
one still side and one...

Try not to think too much about anything,
Your few breaths of life,
They are worth more than...

especially Facebook, but also
Telegram and Zangi
courtesy going cold turkey
ideally...

I HATE FAKE TOUGH GUYS

Those preening warrior wannabes

Pissing on due process

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Why do the Birds
Fly high in the Sky.
'Why, why, why?'

Apollo's golden orb rising in the east

A molten sun of golden candlelight

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Just a few lines,
Just a few words,
Nothing that explodes with imagery,
Nothing that...