No Poetic Device
The Hanging Garden
Man In A Suitcase
Paper Airplanes (makeshift Wings) (demo Version)
The Great Disappointment (demo Version)
The Days Of Phoenix
Synesthesia (demo Version)
The Prayer Position
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Two Of A Kind
Every single notion burned indelibly.
Every motion leaving scars behind.
All sincere emotion received skeptically with no preparation for life eternal.
Every tear that's fallen brings one thousand floods.
Paper cuts are leaving blood behind.
All the silent laughter ringing piercingly.
I blink making my eyes mine.
Words in their worthlessness, they should be weighted down, but do I truly wish their cessation?
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