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blank canvas

I bring to you a crisp white empty canvas
so that you might paint me the world you see,
give me your word and I’ll spill my blood
to ease your controlled strokes I will let it spray,
with the tongue of a feline lick the hairs from soul
and build yourself an amazing and precise brush,
I wish to assist and help nurture your artistic flair
I long to be your muse,

Altre opere di Lowercasemmmmmm...
kith and kin

this family unit this kith and kin I was born into though not allowed in has come to be
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so fast this facade falls

how quick you run into your demise, a full hand of a clenched fist and another one besides, death in blind doses
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make me a believer in me

old bricks make a young house mortars eaten away in places its got cracks appearing in its fa… old bricks make a young house broken windows let new light in
lay preacher

with a face full of intermittent b… your mouth resembled a piano keybo… like headstones in an old cemetery suffering terribly with subsidence… and as you stutter and stammer
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a nobody in a strange town

like a ghost I roam this town this lithographic world that rest’… an etched name upon a vague signpo… dun fate that sings to a firing sq… it makes no precise difference
whom do you wish for?

what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…
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erosion

a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
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scraping as i try

This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
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bouncing

a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
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the utterance of her name

when you submerge your hands delve deep the dark waters of desp… you will retrieve the sweetest bou… soon a handful pearls you’ll bare, and fear not the dank clouds of co…
I have risen

I have risen back from the dead, this dark cave I have stumbled in now showing a source of light, for years it seems
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I'm nothing but your smile

I’m nothing but your smile the waters reflection of your stra… the rasp of derision the quiet creaking mast of echoes, I’m nothing but the milked blood
woe

It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…
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my own private opus

In a world where my soul doesn’t f… And all who see me in some way tak… I feel like the breath from a dece… Just to be sucked back down by ano… Freedoms soar like a caged birds s…
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so...here's the thing

so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd



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