Sometimes I don’t know what the world is like anymore.
It sways and tips and then moves two steps backwards.
I see the lack of compassion and the shallow eyes that never look up,
to afraid to speak without the use of facebook or text messaging.
Sometimes it is a cocoon that I wrap myself in and find contact with those
who do smile.
It is the other half of the street that stays away from the touch of humanity.
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Placed in a hole, I’m waiting for a beacon to shine its light upon my hand. To look at you straight into eyes, cast down up cement memories.... -
We are the agents of despair knocking on your door. If you answer you will see a sickle and scythe, We are not malicious nor will we come af...
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Time did not stand still It shaped its road for us to leave the past To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the ...
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