

Apocalypse, NoSynthetic, amorphous, noxious cloudsApocalypse, No
Disperse And with them, the fear goes, and I creep, Out of this hole you dug for me, out from the earth you buried me in, And I rise to greet the coming day.
I can taste, through acid-tinged watery green grass Future And with it, the hope for a better set of past, Following you through grey galaxies, letting you name each star after me, So I fall, but only after you.
Postulate, preening, outlawed talk Clamours And with it, I remember your name, and walk Out into the sunlight you lied of, out from the shadows you cr


Candle-BrightYou've been twisted out of shape, wax-melted and burned By the torch of ignorance they carry for that purpose, Moulding you to acceptable limits and pushing you beyond yours, Coursing you down channels of their right and your wrong. They're right, and you're wrong.Candle-Bright
When lit, you remember this not, burn brightly and sparkle Lending me an elegance only seen in your flickering light And I let you burn steady, weighted with water Until your timless dance is over, I'm yours, and you're mine. Mine's yours, and you're fine.
I spend more time loving you than I do fearing burns,


Nuances of FlightCover me not with your dark wings For I thrive best in the sunlight. You may scavenge among the leaf-litter, But I prefer my higher perch. You croak about daily news and that which passes, And I spend the night singing.Nuances of Flight
Perhaps my plumage is a fault to you As your darkness is my fascination; If my perch makes me air-headed, I am lucky you are there to ground me, And though you praise my voice Perhaps it keeps you from restful sleep.
I only know that I love you, and when you go, My heart grows wings to fly with you.
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Let the fire be my crime and regard with those monstrous eyes.
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The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough.
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FOR GONDOR!
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The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough.
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FOR GONDOR!
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The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough.
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