روحي. مخلصي.

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parachute ball

i’ve exhaled the last of you,
and you fluttered.
you are the parachute ball of a dandelion,
floating… floating, gone.
no wishes made. none granted.
just a gentle breeze, and somber notes, soaring to the forgotten.

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end

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ruins of our crash

another flyby,
another fruitless return.
i can’t see straight. i’ll never learn.
happened so fast,
white flash, and broken limbs
wobbly words and faithless hymns
and the mass grows
the mass grows
explodes.

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

another recovery,
another dive into remission.
perhaps we’ll never know the condition.
should’ve learned,
treetops, and traffic cops
nothing matters when you say nothing at all

i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
i can't keep searching the ruins of our crash
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no wreckage.
there’s no.

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khali

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punchline

All those chances you took,
What have you got to show?
Those red shoes, and tight white dress
Such a mess, resuscitate.
Those dogs smell revenge,
Out for a taste of inner thighs,
You can mask discontent
But it's hardly a disguise.
So, what to make of this?
Burning sand and stuttering time,
Funneled into mouth
To shape the way you outlive your crime.
Got to make it right now.
Got to make it right.
God is funny to you,
But the punchline is lost.

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storm over philadelphia. september 9, 2008.

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glare

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moriarty's, philadelphia, pa

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red no. 7. jessup street. philadelphia.

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rainbow. southampton, new jersey

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