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If I could, I would have...for you to sing the sound of water until your voice is lost like the sycamores to become another nymph in the vain of echo echoIf I could, I would have
and find your car keys forgotten somewhere in the man-eating couch, with seven cents, and all your left socks
that mountains would break so you wouldn't trip into fall like you always seem to do,
to never unfind yourself despite how hard you try to, and to remember what your name means &
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Resurrecting Silencesweet is the nectar of the flower come bloom but all the more pollen to shut down the senses finding yourself lost and defenseless in a field of burning chrysanthemums and remember that mums the word or another mad cherub flies, diving, dieing, killing the heart that never had a beat in the rhythm we call the night and dawn, dawning on the mind that the desire for the fire is psychotic unless you have a fire suit, or at least a nice tie, to tie the knot in your stomach because the thought of another morning alone means more because you can only see an empty beResurrecting Silence
by ~WindmillSlayer
Lighthousethe coast cries green shrouding it in moss only to be stripped by the tide except the mantle on its shouldersLighthouse
rudely awakened by an unseen visitor it holds its lamp to the sea scaring the ghosts and reminding the ships of home
the moon draws a line in the water as it rises again daring the dark things to devour the shore
raging the darkness comes striking at the moon with static spite and the lighthouse fights back the storm
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what i wanted to hearwe have never been in lovewhat i wanted to hear
though we always wanted to
i held my breath when the leaves spoke silent words, it was still, then shattered by a broken transmission and the sound of smoke
a shot to the mind remembered not to listen to voices more wanted than needed
and the moon is the only compass back
when the spirit forgets the flesh something never meant to part
when the memory breaks
by ~WindmillSlayer
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