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I put a shell
To my ear
And listen to the echo
Of my past

The path I favored
Willing steps on glass
Oh how this torment
didn't opt to last

Like everything else that visits the Landscapes of my mind Bits and pieces of memories tends to crack

And chime,


If you could see my thoughts
You'd know how I'm inprisoned

I cast the shell back into the waves
As the sunset makes my teardrops


glisten ,

There is something so finite about the dusk
As it gives my emotions
Something to hold

I wish sometimes
I'd have done as I was told
And not have to endure the husk

Of myself,
Run cold

A flash of green comes as a warning
I may not be blessed enough
To see another morning

Sandflies kiss
My colored skin

I think I'd be alone
If even I had a twin

I bare the mark
That marks the curse of intelligence

I grieve,
Disinherited
From my own elements

To absorb the sea
And let the ocean embrace me

☆~~~~~~☆

Ive risen coughing liquid
That wasn't there
And I knew at once I shouldnt be here

On this plane of Existence
Pursuing a gleam that's inconsistent

For I have let the days lead me
While I haven't yet lived a day
As a humans need be

I yearn to meld into these sodden duvets

Than Let uncoveted arms
Comfort me

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