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LOC: United States
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with stars in your eyes and shackled feet is it any wonder moving forward proves to be so difficult? you need not go far to live in the now but the future is elusory when your hands are tied to your sides drink up stay up and pretend that perhaps you are better off dead make excuses mock forgiveness lament the beauty you give away it's hard to dance a dirge when you are permenantly rooted in a fading past illusions of grandeur are dusty old pictures filled with dead eyes and cracked smiles ta...
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a note pinned to his jacket read this: "apologies seem empty. i've always strived for perfection. never my intention to hurt you in such ways as i have done unwittingly. i serve better purpose to you as a fond memory, rather than a painful reminder of a what was never meant to be" hanging sadly shoelaces undone i wondered what if anything i could have done to prevent such things no tears to spill no sadness left i had mourned him alive for so long i had nothing left at the time of his death p...
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you follow me embedded in thought and essence laced in words meshed in flesh and sweat salted memories resounding steps cadent breath suspended in space and time within me even when we are apart know that in fleeting moments between whispered breaths inaudible wishes leave behind indelible traces drop deceptive guise let strength give way to vulnerability tender ego crushed by devil's wing our lives are meant to be interlaced feeding feverishly tasting voraciously swallowing up each other as ...
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i walk in a daze nights are a fog to which my body surrenders resting on a clean patch of earth i walk long hours under the sun down deserted roads past picket fences and rolling hill dustbowl and cobwebbed towns i wander through slums empty shells once homes i walk forever stumbling into people withered faces wrinkled dirty hair and missing teeth tracked arms and dirty fingernails bloody noses and black lungs i stumble into the arms of everyone who is a true citizen the forgotten majority th...
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This is very reminiscent of Steve Martin's novellas Shop Girl and another whose name eludes me. The premise is interesting enough that with full fleshing out of the character, it can become a very interesting full length story...
very good rhythm. good play on words. definitely shows a lot of promise. lyrical quality.
i love the cadence and the imagery. stark, but imaginitive still.
Very nice starting point, but not enough of a full piece. The idea behind it and the imagery is worth exploring and expanding this piece.
I like the thought and rhythm to this piece. It could probably be fleshed out to a whole series of pieces regarding heritage and identity. A good start to something.
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