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IT'S BLINDING

IT'S BLINDING

Some know they are their energy flow...

Some try to control it...

Some just let it go......

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Excellent marksmen/women...

Excellent marksmen/women set his/her sites...

I can hold out for upcoming mental health therapy until Wednesday at 1:00 p.m.

Yes, and you (like I...

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WHAT CRUEL GAME IS THIS

Dear…
what cruel game is this that you play?

Why do you punish me

with that cold...

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Witness

Witness

Sometimes, I find
That I only have words
And no one listens
Sometimes,
I have...

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the thing about screaming

What struck me most
you know, after you'd died
well, there was nowhere
to scream and...

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Indomitable Heart

Indomitable Heart

When you’ve already walked to hell and back
and still can see flowers under your feet,
you’re...

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some fabulous place

all my dark holds a place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
that transcends death and birth
a place...

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Anne Frank Candlelight Flame

Anne Frank Candlelight Flame

Candles burning against the cold

A flicker of candlelight, a story told

...

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I AM NOT LIKE YOU

YOUR NOT LIKE ME
I GUESS THATS ALL THAT HAS TO BE SAID
I AM NOT LIKE YOU YOUR NOT LIKE ME

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Howard's End

Howard's End

Man of means

Hard working
fast talking symbol
of the American dream

Makes...

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ON PURPOSE

SOME PEOPLE DO THINGS ON PURPOSE
OTHER PEOPLE DO NOT DO THINGS ON PURPOSETHERE IS A DIFFERENCE .

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Anno Domini

Anno Domini

DEA binocular watching, FBI Nikon popping while crib hawking, at trial listening to the biggest of dope...

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When They Meet

When They Meet

Frank Muller made in Geneva, swiped 1.5 for that Richard mille off that Visa, put my name on some Puma...

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Shrine

Shrine

Years after my youth
I return to this old place
(I grew up here/have grown
since)…...

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Don't Feed the Meter

Don't Feed the Meter

A liter is a gallon?

An ounce be a gram?

These metric units
I just do not...

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the last bird to sing

out of sleep I did not come
Easily. I heard the sun.
whispering of bloody things
It...

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A Mystery of Mysteries

From my Raven Collection

A Mystery of Mysteries

A mystery of mysteries
this old life given to me
why do I fight the foe?
within these...