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/Elevation of the grave/
Tag Archive: dislocated thoughts
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/Aligning the pore/
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/Cradling the shadow you let fall to the floor, so telling of me/
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/Preparation and control/
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/Harbouring the remnants of your feint/
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/A levelled rest/
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/A constant presence forever evading my touch/
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/A concentrated lapse/
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/Acceptance of the act/
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/Gravitate and crowd/
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/Led from the corners of your keep/
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/A persistent breath/
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/A silent divide/
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/Synchronised movements aid the capture of you/
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/A broken retreat/
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/Taken to heel/
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/Consummation of flesh/
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/And it would all seem so simple but for the lines on your face/
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/To level and be/
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/And to each a falling star/
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/The fingers reap/
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/Our eyes used to meet/
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/Bridging the curve/
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/We belong to your discarded lace/
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Splitting the seams / Descending at pace
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/Witnesses to the fall/
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/Resting on the shoulders of the fragile host/
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/Embraced in the damaged light/
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/With kill/
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/The wrists are let/
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/Gently, once again/
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/Folding in arcs, breaching to circle the pursuit/
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/Recollections of unrest/
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/I know who they are/
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/The makings of the path/
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/Depth born of restraint/
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/Exposed nerves harbour sin/
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/Cut/
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/A sweet release/
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/All movements are regulated to guard against reflections of the damage maintained within/
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/Admission of the tract/
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/Until the ashes drift/
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/We have grown accustomed to your fear/
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/Perception at cost/
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/Only the beginning of your loss/
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/Scattered across the divided remains of the face/
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/In anticipation of return/
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/A depth we call home/
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/It is not yours to know/
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/The constant remain/
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/Taken by the severed reams/
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/Devoted to the breaking of you/
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/Setting the deck/
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/Layering the wake/
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/Gathering reflections in the dying sea/
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/The remains are all/
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My wrists / Your love
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/Suspended in the constantly dying light/
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/Fodder for the species/
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/To continue would be to stop/
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/Petal and Flesh/
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/To be reborn as the rain falling down/
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/Conceived in the dying night/
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/Struggling to maintain the constant support of loss/
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/We’ve populated these valleys with ghosts and fear/
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/Learning to forget/
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/This dance will continue long after we have left the floor/
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/Running the channel between your blades/
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/Before it moves beyond me/
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/That room now inhabits you, and you take it with you everywhere you go/
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Weakened / Pure
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/All distances are measured in relation to your proximity to me/
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Your body responds / Actions take shape
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/The stem remains/
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/The final feeling is fear/
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/Cut me up and lay me in the sun/
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Sin / Care
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/My reach has been receding/
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/A series of repetitions you never sense slow/
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/Tender balance and warm decay/
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/The fall isn’t yours to stop/
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/I’ll inform your family if you’ll inform my friends/
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/Sometimes i forget where i am/
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/I’m losing you/
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/Realisation is loss/
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/An empty canvas on which to be/
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You played your part / The stage was set from the start
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/A cadence in which you both met/
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/Biting the hook/
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/It sets on no one but us/
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/Your memory is never what is was/
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/Too few/
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/The breakers fray/
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/Our ascent nothing more than a fall/
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/A slow collapse from the start/
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Find a nest / A place to rest
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/It will stop just as It started/
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/Entering my chest/
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/Motion is not control/
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The dust begins to settle / The skin i was in