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if you need me, i'll be where the sands of time are like stars of the sea.

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Oh, Sweet & Sour PaperGirl

Once we saw a small, big world go by.

The days didn't seem to fly so quickly

at the time.

You were only a summer child

with an old soul then.

Now, you're all grown up,

and suddenly, that summer child

became only memories.

It's only when

you smile and laugh again

that a sliver of that summer child

shines through.

But, your old soul has forever been

gold.

I wonder, though, if you have known this

to be true like I do.

Oh, sweet and sour Paper Girl,

your old soul will never fade.

A heart and mind like yours

was made to keep peace

through these flames of the world,

flames of all the good, the bad,

and the in-between.

And, your old soul knows

you are strong enough for this

beautiful and damaged world.

You've always fought back.

I'll never know if you'll

ever realize your strength or not,

but I do know, that it will only get

stronger.

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Whispered Drowns

A queen with glass knees,

she wonders, I don't dream like this.

But, their clattering bones

make up her lullaby

to the waiting world.

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My Shoulder Angel's Peg Entwistle.

My Shoulder Devil's Marilyn Monroe.

Would you take a sip of some thrills

With me?

Make a memory?

Or be a memory?

It's alarming how charming it can be,

But the strings don't stop tugging.

Oh?

What strings?

Your soul hasn't bruised

In gold just yet, love.

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Blood Gold Like Gods.

Blood Blue Like Royals.

Blood Red Like Humans.

What Color Would You Bleed?

Don't lose yourself in the blur of

these falling stars.

You might blink too much,

and miss what you're blessed with.

The moon'll blow you a kiss,

and share you a dream for

the faithless.

It won't be of fate.

It'll be

just you.

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Universal Gasoline

My flames have turned blue.

I burn much more severely.

But, I must let it to.

I can't pierce through myself

and let my spilling blood

turn into the face,

the faces,

of the charmers and demons in my life.

No.

I must burn.

I won't learn if I tried to stop it.

And, I absolutely must learn.

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Darling Jewel

My shine isn't ordinary.

Things lurk behind it.

When you look through me,

Can you really see them?

The various hidden specks and glints of

Myself?

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tell a story

Gold soul,

your scars, they show.

Breathe deeply.

You have never been so burned,

so broken, so gone.

But take hold,

live on, be strong.

Hold on.

Don't stop when you hear them come.

Here they come.

Take a dream by their tears,

beg them now for fears to sheer.

Beg them now to last more years.

Feel the light of the stars' heir.

Declare all what needs to repair.

Declare, because life has never been fair.

There is only one You.

You must live You.

You can do it.

You've been taught to laugh and cry

and burn and grow and create.

Oh, You can create.

And You survived.

Gold soul, continue to grow.

You will glow, I know.

And it will show.

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City Lights. Bruised Nights.

Questions, questions, questions.

Look at all of these questions.

They're all so lonely.

They crave and desire for their answers.

They fear them, too.

It has always been a mess.

Too many holes, many missing pieces,

pieces that don't even belong.

And maybe, questions that don't belong.

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Euphorian Fantasies

Carve a name in my throat with

a glass shard from the broken mirror

dripping of wishes and dreams.

The palace of rose gold and glory

could then bleed and beam for you.

Break the gate of the writing skies

and written seas.

If you think getting paper cuts from

golden pages will let its faded words

sink into your veins to make you

drip out your poisoned blessed soul

from your eyes and mouth,

then you must know of the strings, too.

. . . The strings . . . are the keys.

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The Silver Silhouette

I walk into the night barefoot,

looking and feeling

for any signs from

the hands of the nameless and brilliant.

I've tried to capture

the forbidden reflection,

but my ribs get plucked

too quickly.

Lo and behold,

the splendid sparkling sand of time

has brought me another fading path,

breath cold and burnt.

What say you, dreamkeeper?

Should I follow?

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There's No Crown

Why fight?

Because.

Why love?

Because.

Why?

Because.

So many tug-of-wars

In the world.

So many ropes.

What ropes do you pull?

What ropes don't you pull?

Do you pull any at all?

None of them?

All of them?

Have you ever changed

What ropes you hold on to and

What ropes you have let go?

Why?

Sometimes,

It isn't communication we lack.

Sometimes it is.

Sometimes,

We lack listening.

Sometimes we don't.

But we're always acting.

Anything, we act.

In or out or none at all or everything.

There's something.

. . . But there is never a complete win,

And never a complete loss.

No matter how much or how little

Anything has,

This will go on forever.

This does not mean you can't

Enjoy your victories.

This does not mean you can't

Recover from your losses.

It could seem to last forever,

Or not take forever.

Maybe you don't care.

Maybe you care for all.

Maybe you are unsure.

But this . . . will never end.

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String Charmer,

You live a game of the seraphic ones.

But tell me,

How long will that halo stay above?

We both know how much

That mind carries.

How much your eyes carry.

All it would take, is for someone to

Turn your gears.

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Familiar Stranger

April.

What a familiar stranger

the month of April is

to me.

Every year, its time brings me

something different.

A new path.

A new opportunity.

A new change.

Sometimes, it shows a glimpse

of my possible futures,

like a mirror to them.

What makes it feel familiar,

are those glimpses.

When it feels like my life

makes sense.

The pages have a new image.

Each year in April.

I hope they don't fade away,

if I begin to.

I wonder if there are others

who have familiar strangers

in their lives, too.

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April's Remedy

It was a warm and lovely night,

in New York.

I was wandering by,

Caught in its lights.

Once I was a stranger,

Didn't know how to fly.

But we were young and divine

In the sky's eyes.

So I stood upon the golden storm,

Unafraid.

I glowed bold to perform,

And I stayed.

Now I dream

For the day that I'm believed.

Caressed by moonbeams,

And again, I'll be recieved.

But then . . .

Someone came by like a river . . .

Echoing . . .

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Rise Up You Beautiful Fool

You can't chew the blues,

Or undo what's true.

You gotta make do,

Break through

The world's view.

No more tissues

For your issues.

Look inside and review

How much you grew.

Get up on your shoes,

Look up to what's new.

Your happiness isn't due,

It'll come on cue.

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Furniture

I think I can blend in with furniture

If I go unoticed for a while.

It can be nice.

Furniture is useful.

Maybe I can be useful too

For once.