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sleep is a luxury that never finds me in time,
so the dawn teases,
and i fight against it,
there's just too much living to do.
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Another heart fed to the grinder,
how many must I go through, to find her,
in every gift I see the Great Designer,
it all ends up serving as reminders.
Another failure, another on the horizon,
the flames start so fast,
how do I survive them.
I know they never will,
beautiful women still,
can never hold me still,
tell the dreamer what's really real.
To stop is to grow roots,
so I squeeze fruits for more juice,
but every headstone,
sits silent as more proof.
Maybe my heart's aloof,
a bloody whore for attention,
love me when its easy,
when the work comes, in absentia.
I want a love thats unionized,
I want poetry that isn't capitalized,
the mirror is so gemini,
what happens when your eyes are prized.
when you can see reality,
and when you change your view,
it changes with you...
ask the wrong questions,
end up starving in the grocer,
twenty seven now,
still waiting on the growth spurt,
the blood is still flames,
I know this isn't over,
true love remains sober,
my heart is getting older.
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There lies a temple,
a tingle on the fingertip,
of the furthest reaches of your mind.
Your reality is sleeping,
so your imagination steps in to lead you.
This dance is between you, and the stars.
This is the love of your parents,
the moments they sacrificed for;
you.
So vast is the distance of a perfect moment,
can you let go with me.
We just choose beauty and fall.
It's always been this easy.
Slow down and a life that shines so resplendent,
suddenly becomes something worth looking at.
An art piece worthy of worship.
I'm already dancing.
