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From my window
From my window i see lightning
Ripping through clouds like white t's
Stiffening the grounded turning pounds of human flesh to a foul stinch and ash
From my window i see fire bringing smoke to a cast of actors rolling with the film in a( emotionless) motionless passion.
From my window i see windows reflecting me back reminding us what we are through a hu when it captures from my window i see water pouring into my lap washing away everything grudge that i had.
From my window i see wind. Carrying away what i had left inside of my chest like whats up in the air.
From my window i see glass.. Everything. And Every body is just glass.
Ripping through clouds like white t's
Stiffening the grounded turning pounds of human flesh to a foul stinch and ash
From my window i see fire bringing smoke to a cast of actors rolling with the film in a( emotionless) motionless passion.
From my window i see windows reflecting me back reminding us what we are through a hu when it captures from my window i see water pouring into my lap washing away everything grudge that i had.
From my window i see wind. Carrying away what i had left inside of my chest like whats up in the air.
From my window i see glass.. Everything. And Every body is just glass.
Published 1st Jun 2018
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Looking from the inside out
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21st Jun 2019 00:25am
Looking from the inside............out
is a gift
not many are capable of doing let alone even knowing how to do
wonderful reflections spilled.......
is a gift
not many are capable of doing let alone even knowing how to do
wonderful reflections spilled.......
