The Noise

  

In love with the noise of your shadow.

( J )

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Pulses Doubling

  
Taken to utopia by the power & passion of you, pulses doubling in the lowlights of ecstasy.

( J )

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The Architect of Your Surrender

  
Tracing the leylines of you, back to the trauma that shaped you as a diamond and before the wheels came off. Dissecting a string of sins attached to your amnesia; never remembering or conveniently forgetting the scars you gave as gifts to the people who deserved better.

The architect of your surrender was only ever going to be unearthed in one place – the mirror.

( J )

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A Summer Approaching

   
Sheltered from a gruelling sun listening to the sound of a summer approaching: wayfarers, skirts & ice cream. 

( J )

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Hinged On A Maybe

  

A kerosene thought before it all imploded, shadowboxing caveats in the ruins of chords: distance, time & hunger hinged on a maybe. Unsustainable songs sustained by friends peering through the curtains of the future, waiting in the wings for clandestine kisses throbbing with life and an unknown journey marked by the stars.

( J )

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I Emerge Sinless

  
Red lights & late nights haunt the blood of men in suits; I emerge sinless and unscathed.

( J )

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Anger Diminished

  
Her anger diminished now she’s sleeping eternally, an endless energy burning in a different place.

( J )

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Something Solar

  
For clouds in transit I’d pray for the rain, tracing the days back to the times of something solar. Never has the sun blew me away with gale force grace but today it did. Like blankets in the night, my skin sheets with the warmth of golden rays – something solar indeed.

( J )

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Bleak Beginnings

  
Her days were numbered from the start, bleak beginnings never to be conquered.

( J )

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In Arcadia

  

It started with an eternal glance into your morning-after eyes, only a decade between us. Frozen in the moment everytime our sentences locked, everytime you looked back, everytime I mapped the future, everytime.

Then came the days out and the nights in, the surplus seperations and the elegant eloping; from lust to trust we were the city and we were the country, sleeping & breathing in Arcadia.

( J )

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