manderson1970060

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tyrants don’t always lose

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softly, the night caresses untamed landscapes, I write something, a possible gift for the universe

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out past the ocean tides into the night sky we forever rise above

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the passing shadow of your thoughts, deep down inside, you become what you think

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When I cry, under the silver moon, my tears a river running to your heart

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I break myself, upon your stony shores, shattering myself, breaking my bones, a gift if you can put me back together somehow

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please don’t bring the confederates back

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quiet morning, soft daylight upon my soul, I’ve revealed and unearthed my soul, written things deep inside of me, to you and it all

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I’ve looked for you, searched for you everywhere, summoned something but it never came

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emotion sometimes becomes a volcano and most times we hold it in

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the shoreline traced her silhouette, lightning zigzagging in the forever distant, and you are the storm, that forever calms me

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the streetlights illuminated your face that night and I still remember

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sunlight, so graceful, upon your beautiful face, that day

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midnight and I’m roaming this earth and I seek to be still

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poetry beats like a heart, it’s written best in tears and under distress but it seeks only love

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the flicker of surrender, the pulse of lifeless trees, beating in the empty forest inside of me

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you are the softness through the rough, the forest ignited by a silver moon, to build an altar, to honor the truth, the starving wilderness seeks to feed itself through love