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Eyes are the windows to the soul..

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The most jealous thing in the room - 

It’s a murderous bias

and I thank God my 

thoughts have not

hands. Just the 

reaching of 

cold and 

vacant

eyes

Don’t smile at me Freddy.

We are not friends.

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It’s just a poem 

which we all write,

One long day

the endless night.

Strike a match within yourself

and don’t be afraid.

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A cult of invisible colours:

I believe in what happens when people stop talking.

                                                                                    All words are prayer,

                                                                                           we call to an other..

                                             Our touch to fill the gaps between us

                               and what cannot be known..

In this city, the lights are whispering,

                                          say neon rain

                                                      says sirens on our skin..

     but colours fade between us 

                                     blow away a little

                                                            like kisses in the wind..

   It’s okay if you don’t understand poetry

                             I don’t even know what to pray for

                                                                               anymore..

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A girl as a snow-globe

A tempest in a cup

There’s storms behind those ocean eyes

We daren’t open her up. 

She’s just beginning

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“I am too old for you, 

                                      too old.”

Though I too, too soon was old

Too old for you, 

for us, the flames are on the horizon

and we are all too young.

You should know by now

to just kiss me. 

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                                                                                                  Endless nights

                                                        No Heaven  

I don’t see much out there:

I look at you

flightless tired eyes

And know I’m alive

And everythings alright

My soul is spilt

I am overflowing

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The Madness of Not Knowing:

Mindless - I hallucinate you.

Who’s silence built

this Labyrinth, crazed.

All your walls,

Imagined, vague..

fingertips

        in a smoke screen

lust, lust,

Maze.