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Youve been gone a year now, Frantically I see you in strangers on the street, I see your hair wafting past me
I see your brown eyes averted
I see your smile pasted onto someone elses face.
And when I go back to my room, Red surrounding me,
I look at your old blue dressing gown
Hanging On my wall.


u were aptly named consideringYou were aptly named, consideringu were aptly named considering
You ghosted me. You plucked the strings that ran along my back and made me shiver when it wasnt cold.
Hands were the
least
&nbs


The Science of TimeThe Science of TimeThe Science of Time
Ive a one second Time machine. It dwells with grey matter,
Deep in the synapses of
Despair and longing.
Ive a one second Memory. It shakes tiny fists, some Silent frustration Of old.
Ive a one minute Counterpart. She rides on the back Of my whale-like Constrictions.
Ive a one minute Downfall. Artfully it decorates The halls of my Life.
Ive a one hour Conscience, Eating my words For some sour Defeat. &nbs


The OverflowThe OverflowThe Overflow
Bottomless unconcern embraces me.
Emotionless, I run
Through your fields of
Melancholy.
I reap nothing. Your eyes, rain cloud
Heavy,
Leave salt on My pillow that Ill brush away Tomorrow.
Distance masks you,
Hope sets all complacency Adrift.
A cavernous well embeds Your chest, stringent woeful Overflow.
Cacophonous, you dream Of newness in your Breath.
Apathy sets me free.
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Like a Barnacle...
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~every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí~
- Salvador Dali
~Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it. ~
- Salvador Dali
Art transcends everything, life, love hate and hurt. Art just is.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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if photography were just a mechanical process, then all photographs would be the same
- wolfgang tillmans.
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