The counting of the
human heartbeat per-second
is the truest form
of physical expression
for Time itself.
When Time gets physical
the dreamers suffer most,
while the Immortals
whisper through the Legends
like wind.
You linger in the form of bruises.
Routing a roadmap on my body of all your favorite places.
A constant reminder of the fire I wish I could deny but always give into.
Sentencing me to a honorable death of insects:
As i become...
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Tasseled Dreams
The thought of the future we will never have was pollinating foul fuzzy particles in the air,
slowly following the wake of all those tasseled dreams I held onto to for far too long.
The most intimate revelatio...
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