Tag: Hurricane
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The Woman in the Mirror
A woman in the mirror A man in the clouds A silent ballet, a circus with clowns She’s tired and honest She’s bargaining with herself He’s away and sane He’s working on himself The woman in the mirror Loves the man in the clouds too much -emc
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Breakfast
Drought, in the shape of new sadness and chapped lips lost in green eyes. Wave by wave, a garden grew green vanquished me a new love to be seen Storms, hurricanes mud so thick flowers drowned, seeds washed away. Desolate, nothingness agony without you agony with you to understand it is to feel it Devour…
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Time
Spread thin, lines blurry spread legs, feeling fuzzy. I wear you like a crown jewel pendant swaying on my neck, can I be the watch your eyes gaze upon? Hours or seconds counting the ways to be with you in secret, wishing eternity was something tangible. -emc
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Hurricane
You weren’t easy to wash away, but you were never easy to get to either. I guess we just lost our way In this forest of memories, delirious. Allusions and cheap thrills are all the rage these days. I chased the sunrise over my thunder of a life for eight years Thinking it was you,…
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