Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Until you speak to the silence in me
I shall never hear its voice

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Monday, June 05, 2017

I chased my shadows
And became the sun
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Friday, June 02, 2017

Hope is seeds of our selves sown in secret soils.
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 I'm bad at vulnerability     I like to tie off places  Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...

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    Are the bandaid To staunch The bleeding heart.
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    Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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    How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb? CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!