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I wind into to wind outward. We broke each other to build forward. Some say true love hurts while some say it doesn’t. I believe everything hurts and to hurt is to gain. You build from memories, you build from past mist…

The older I get the more I realize things I miss. Eyes, vibrations, touch, scent of memories. We take things for granted because they don’t mean anything in that specific moment. Yet moments build and meanings form, mem…

i’m slipping on lies of your mind your tongue tastes like cheap wine on a cold night and i’m tangoing in thought in a dark room with cold pictures twirling your fingers like your spine against mine it takes to breathe i…

i’m lying on ends of night twisting turns on beds that once felt nice i kissed the hands of many like wet malachite and i twirl in and out taking photos with my mind i’m lying in a coma and it seems all but right making…

I used to feel you in night. How the clouds touched the waves and the way you said alright. I still feel your hair, I still see you there. In corners of doorways, wandering to wander. It was never about you. It was neve…

Nostalgia hits because it was real. It was pure innocence of a moment. It wasn’t trying, it wasn’t based on ego. Nostalgic moments are times of existence when nothing truly mattered. It was you, your thoughts and yourse…

Depth runs as far as you allow it. You have the movement to control it. You have the ability to consume to it. I still remember how you spoke. I still feel the vibrations of how you held the door. It’s how you take it. …

i twist in oasis to turn pages in certain angles i begin to be just to find time to burn men in edges of sin lick the tips of their necks to taste the pain i play in dangers at night spinning in emotion of darkened maso…

spinning in fragments of your mind wandering far but close behind from streets we twirl a feign i dare to feel you against my skin a dark thought like shadows climb my mind i used to be twenty-two you used to be a littl…

spinning in actions, i only feel the tension of a head in rotation on a bed twisted sideways i lean to touch your heart yet i feel the void of nothing at all to spin or to fall or to even love at all? i break your neck …