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Prunkentfaltung

Prunkentfaltung

Seeking the Hypokeimenon

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Dead but not quite buried

Constructive Criticism

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Tag: feeling

Earthshine

The heart of darkness light will find.

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Delightful Trash

Our hearts are hollow

we’d prefer to fill them
with delightful trash
shallow pleasures

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Untitled

You never said goodbye

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Twilight

she makes me feel

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Pay no attention to that mind behind the curtain.

traded stars for our electricity, we bought cars and sold our feet

Read More Pay no attention to that mind behind the curtain.

Just a few more minutes

Nestled snugly, unbeknownst to anything, world is what I make believe is real.

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Month Machine

One Day at a Time

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