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Like moving backward into the universe
The light of your 30 second window
Gave me sight into your mind
As it traveled through my eyes
And time ticked loudly in my terror
I heard your heart true
In shock though not affected,
The line reverberates with
Time, ever the true master, true transgressor
As if Amos of the 12 minor prophets himself
Whispered the dreaded news into my ear.
Though afore not promised or implied
The blast of that moment deafening
Turning my hope inside out
To feed upon itself like a black hole.
"I'm still a little bit in shock with all this myself, and it's not even my life being shaken up here..."
What else could I do but run?
The light of your 30 second window
Gave me sight into your mind
As it traveled through my eyes
And time ticked loudly in my terror
I heard your heart true
In shock though not affected,
The line reverberates with
Time, ever the true master, true transgressor
As if Amos of the 12 minor prophets himself
Whispered the dreaded news into my ear.
Though afore not promised or implied
The blast of that moment deafening
Turning my hope inside out
To feed upon itself like a black hole.
"I'm still a little bit in shock with all this myself, and it's not even my life being shaken up here..."
What else could I do but run?
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Trapped
How difficult it is to stay sane.
Every mistake, another regret.
Always reliving this pain.
No matter what I do, my brain
will never let me forget.
How difficult it is to stay sane.
Countless nights I have lain
contemplating ifs long after the game has set.
Always reliving this pain.
It all holds me back. Each another chain
controlling my actions like a marionette.
How difficult it is to stay sane.
No matter how hard I try, I remain
trapped in this negative mindset.
Always reliving this pain.
When all my efforts go down the drain,
and you can't help but wish for a reset,
how difficult it is to stay sane.
Always reliving this
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Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
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Lost Enchantress
A fiery young woman comes to me at night, to haunt my dreams.
She is a finely sculpted creature, not unlike the ancient beauties of eras long since gone—proportioned of generously carved marble. Her hips swing in a fashion you might only begin to describe as unbearably sly, and enticing. As she walks into my life again—in the only way she still can—my soul aches with regret.
As she speaks, enchanting echoes form a most divine song, from the lips of a charming young siren. Her voice was as pleasing as all the rest. Oh, and what charm I had missed, from this maiden.
It's almost impossible to believe now, but she used to be mine.
So muc
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