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i awoke and pondered how the day would unfold then i paced and wondered what each minute would hold 'til the seconds unfurled and the clock hands whirled and the smirking moon curled, the night sighed, stars twirled
On my wall, there is a map                    of all the distant places I want to see-             From ancient castles and palaces            to grand natural phenomena-
To the lost boy,   You don’t want to see me dance, or hear me laugh out loud. I’ll still do both anyway, in hopes I’ll make you proud.   Please don’t miss out on this journey of mine,
What if the mansion which I abide mirrors me by more than just it's contents?  
Trapped in a beautiful reality, Twirling my Mobius strip. Walking on burning fallacy, Standing on the edge of spontaneity, I flip into the abyss— blinded by the power of silence
I have a hole in my right  breast? What can feel it? Money, tenderness, the coo of a three-month old child?   Can conversing with the cold wind, an old acquaintance
Strolling in perpetual seabreeze The leftcorner lips curl Eyeshield purple vision glow Sleeves stripped legs unfurl   Deepened dark reddened white Trappedsun tresses  salt wave
Winding roads and fairy tales junk mail and seasonal spirits Nothing, empty; all the time Cluttered half the time by words and numbers Voices screaming, trapped in a place where no one can hear or see
However lonely Only is non-existent You are not yet an island You are not yet in silence Nor will you become a blank moon Keep your eyes hoisted above the frames Do wander tonight without a name
I met you once on the side of the road you were walking in no particular direction You said your name was wanderer  and you were searching for an end   At night you slept looking at your compass
it's true, I say that the pain stays inside that we don't know where to hide but why? you ask because we're broken because we're lost because we are alone
Wow I cant believe I finished high school. This feeling I feel is too cool. I thank my mom for everything and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything. I want to be the best I can be
A small adventure it was, a mile journey. On crumbling pavement, carrying my sandals in my left hand. Barefoot, blisters forming, small cuts from tiny shards of glass, thrown to the roads.
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