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WE forget. Love's last stand laid before the gates. Where St.Peter makes friends with the forgotten. Where did I go? Nowhere I stand between closed eyes and faded hands. I know what your thinking and I know you think nothing of nowhere. Where I am I going: down forgotten rabbit holes where Alice drinks away her pain. Her wise wisdom send out souls for truth. To hold the future one must remember the now she whispers between a sip of gin and a drag of a cigarette. Between nowhere and somewhere stands the door where the moonlight keeps it's memories. It gapes open and darling I'm drowning. hold the hand you let slip but not the one in nowhere. And ask St. Peter's man for his thoughts, I hear he gives good advice.

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Misery has subsided and left my body cold and empty. Like a cancer loneliness creeps into my bones and shakes my being. Like a pulse this too will pass in time. What's left when the loneliness fades? An emotional scar that's hidden by thick skin and a cautious smile; weary of strangers and the unknown. I used to be a hot-stove student with fast reactions but I can feel the the fire that feeds on my memory. The smokes surrounds my soul like the night that torments me when I close my eyes. It chokes me till I wake up coughing his name. But. Then again, at least I'm breathing.

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Between you and me stands another. Between these walls we are not alone. He looks me in the eyes and his back is turned towards you. No matter how fast I run to your side he's forever in between. His name he keeps a secret his purpose the same. I can hardly see you as he moves closer to my skin. In protest I cry for you, I beat my fists against this man but his composure is unphased. Louder I scream and harder I beat. His hands pin me to the blank walls that I stand before. I feel no pain, his intention is only restraint. why. why. why... Can you not see him?

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In the black of the tunnel we're traveling, we are walking on a thin rail. I extend my arms to hold by balance; I feel like I'm flying. Your voice fades in the distance though I can still hear the resonance of my name. It's dangerous in these tunnels. In the black and cold I feel so alone, I'm afraid to fall. I feel a hand connect with mine. The flesh is warm and the grasp is strong, and despite the odds I do not fall but instead land in arms that push me back up. The hand pulls me along the dark and dreary path. On my journey I have nothing but this hand and your voice. I feel like I'm flying.

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Songs that sing themselves are worth a listen
Fake smiles cover real tears that glisten.
Turn over that record and never start to remember
Where we stashed the gun and the broken heart
We broke the good china for the broken dinner guest
We forget the beginning but I know you know the rest
Suck in and let go of what you used to know
It isn’t real
What a beautiful place to get lost and to lose
Roads maybe rough but they are what you choose
Turn over the record and never look back
On that gun or that uselessly broken heart
Speak softly and never look down
Stay still and balance your tarnished crown
Close your eyes and make it go away
It isn’t real

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When the future is riddled with “sadness and pain”
And the weathermen and prophets are calling for rain
Is it really that bad?
Blame my age, my mortality
Blame my skin, my reality
Who am I to say?
But what if instead of “Death and Destruction”
We get life with a cost reduction?
We wait to die as the world prepares its will.
When the economy and global warming has promised to kill.
We’re ready and waiting with lives to give
Is there anyone left prepared to live?