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[322] Architects of Change
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The rebels of today are still wiping the sleep off their eyes Dust off of books that remind them of the history that were kept from their uninformed minds They say it’s never too late to begin again So now it is the wisdom of a hunched back the focus of an athlete We’re the…
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[321] Together, we’re alone
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Similar lives meet to form bonds and a connection to last ages or so it felt like back then Now you sleep at a different time unable to pick up my calls while my inner landscape and its tectonic plates collide to form volcanoes of panic All I’m left with is a remembrance of you saying…
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[320] War of Life
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Preaching honesty in vain Everyone has already made up their minds Shapeless phantoms impersonate bankrupt souls The will to look ahead corrupts the need to look inside Imagination summons for meaning in the form of a story As I write a letter to no one at all It reaches on the shore of an apocalyptic…
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[319] Erosion of Self
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Scrap away my failuresbefore i scar my successLet kindness meet paranoiabefore i meet my demiseEureka moments come to meBut they’re all of the devious kind Cowardice knows me too well at nightI dwell in the hour of despaironly to keep my muses at baySometimes i feel self worth is not for meSometimes i feel a…
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[318] Seeing Past Each Other
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Ashes descend on a snowy field The explosion of the sun is underway The cold heat stings in an unusual rhythm The cursed air howls for some breeze Daydreaming doom has effects on your emotional internal life You feel before you imagine You imagine before you live Preparation for the worst An escape from the…
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[317] Autumn Apocalypse
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My mind fills up like a balloon Just a pin drop away to burst The rebellion doesn’t bloom when the ruckus is confined inside Wilting away like roses for the dead The silence of a graveyard is the acceptance of death It’s the will to not live when the stars get upset Where do you…
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[316] Imminent Amnesia
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Keeping out the sun Shadows are not welcomed here on the dark side of the moon Befriend nothingness and call upon the void Delirious normalcy a luminous explosion in the wild Woke up in a liminal space with a tired set of eyes I woke up to a sleepy world Supernova of a flower child
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[315] Look Beyond Yourself
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We’re collective creatures of confusion Faking it all with profound conviction With answers devoid of questions we ramble aloud all of our unrealised emotions We stumble upon multiple universes carefully made of drunken mistakes but all in a state of sobriety So we see nothing till we don’t drink a dose of madness to see…
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[314] No One At All
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Being someone else Being somewhere else After a while all perfume smells are familiar and the association of the smell with characters Today I wear you and try to see it all through you The way I pause before I speak The way I don’t pay attention to time at all Maybe you saw the…
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[313] Untitled Living
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The secrets of the skies lie at our feet but we’re busy looking up forging the present in the hope of a future Stuck in limbos of wanting to live and the hustle of dying slowly we find ourselves lost most of the time when we should lose ourselves often to find what we’re all…
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