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White Walls
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Flashby ~darkrane17
Turn Into SomethingIn awe, we stood looking up at starsTurn Into Something
with the bells tinkling, we fell asleep
Twisting in soft sheets against pillows white as snow
Turning, shifting into birds and shapes like animals
by ~darkrane17
HomesickLets run outHomesick
against the clouds
with the wind and crowd our
lovely hair on our heads
I'd certainly love to be home to enjoy something at night
With the light
given away, the sky
turned brown and covered our homes with green grasses
Missing the good but borne into it, we sang with drums through dirty cities, in The Motherland
Home,
where pictures
come to you
by ~darkrane17
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To the LostA Word To the LostTo the Lost
At first, though the question exists, it is never posed, asked or noticed: we simply are Then time decays and reality becomes porous, and we become faced with, "what does any of this really mean?"
We break down beneath ourselves Under the weight of choices Boundlessness ripens to listlessness Soon,
Whenever it rains it floods
While it's true everything that matters inevitably disappears,
it's equally true that nothing really mattered in the first place and everything will make its way to mean everything to somebo
by ~waxanimalparts
Life in a Northern Town
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