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Resurrection, Inversed I smile as I step into that endless fall prepared for nothing expecting everything and hoping always hoping that I can one day see a picture larger than ...

Misplaced inflections twisted our psyche, our flocks of Faith to hordes of Paranoia; fragile pauses shattered under scrutiny, piercing Joyous plains, carving canyons of Despair. Insistence and Denial

Death by LyricismBegan a dissonant chord,your soft voice so off-key andyet perfectly in time;nothing but sentimentsand it was everything to you kept singing andI kept humming alongto the poor rhymes,t

The mountain children murmur into the ripples,as their mother paints your visage on festival paper.Lotus rafts in the current, pink and feather small,careen in the dips of infant mountains drowned.The