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thedustwhispered - - "cities, pt. 2 the city breathes smoke into the night, ghosts lit through the windows of seedy bars and other desperate places. her red lips stretched in a wolf’s smile are no consolation you can fathom. you find yourself in a crouch, knees collapsing like brief empires. strangers with hollow eyes cry emergency, beckon for resurrection. here, filtering breaths through your hands, every second spreads down your back like a burning forest. no angels survive in war zones like these. "View -
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samantha45 - - "gah, i need to stop writing such depressing things! "View -
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mrjamacianbob - - "Check out some of my poetry and such here: http://www.wattpad.com/user/GeThorn "View -
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lesliec7 - - "Stop awaiting grand gestures, make your heart a thriving springboard for inspiration… let it radiate into your mind, speak of its conception, rival your fears, banish your procrastinations hold… and let your fingers mold for other’s your vision of what you would never have without them. "View -
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subtlewhispers - - "My body aches for a warm bed But I won’t let it rest It doesn’t understand It will never see There’s a paradise inside my mind One that’s bursting to be set free The words pour out my fingers Making my knuckles dance They’re trying to sing the song of the desperate Quickly they release their silent chant This is a poem for an artist A melody for a madman For when the body aches for contentment Is when true creation begins "View -
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