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the deaths of my children
wake me at night: thunder
and the rain doesn't stop
it makes their graves soft
but they can't tell
and i'm countries away
counting the flowers i've stopped placing on their graves
little fishing lines
bob in the water
and the city lights are dull.
wake me at night: thunder
and the rain doesn't stop
it makes their graves soft
but they can't tell
and i'm countries away
counting the flowers i've stopped placing on their graves
little fishing lines
bob in the water
and the city lights are dull.
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Literature
a prayer
softspoken like a prayer
and unbreakably whole
you make me believe in
my make-believe soul
come back to me
Literature
Strings of my soul
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Delicate and thoughtful strokes
Pleasure and delight arose
In the hands which I adore.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Sinking, falling into the soft embrace
Steering away from the common race
Searching for a sign on my road.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Slow and steady, no haste, really
We have time, don't you worry
That's the sign of hidden woes.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Short, to the point, no bull
What could fill the awful Null
If not life's ultimate goal?
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Jarring screech of memories hurtful
Void behind, my heart so lustful
It knows what it wants
Literature
Home.
The night is pitch-black all around, save for the uncountable mass of stars winking benevolently at me from the tarp of deepest indigo that hangs overhead. Everything feels suspended in that moment—the stars, the crescent moon, the sparse, gray-black clouds, this little island called Earth, and even myself. It feels as if my feet don't even touch the ground.
I feel as if I'm falling into them, the stars. There are so many of them, filling my field of vision, that I am taken by a sudden bout of dizziness and fall back into the Earth's gentle embrace. In response she twirls me around playfully, pulling me into a slow-motion
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This is so haunting and visually astounding 