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There was a path to walk, and to lose.
Footprints that will remain cast in clay.
A clearing that holds a silent statue for me to hear.
My words becoming a sort of verbal frottage.
It is an odd existence to be your pigeon.
An idea with no were else to roost.
Footprints that will remain cast in clay.
A clearing that holds a silent statue for me to hear.
My words becoming a sort of verbal frottage.
It is an odd existence to be your pigeon.
An idea with no were else to roost.
Self realization
My self realization and the need to dig deeper in understanding the dark parts of myself led me to writing poetry and lyrics for my music. It made me able to Consciously see these behaviors. I'd write out these parts of myself in a way that seemed fucked up and in need of change. If anybody relates and needs help with the same, I'm providing a subscription to my self healing writings. Thank you everyone. New content will be added consistently.
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A strange sort of salvation
I does luff my "strange sort" form.
Wy?
so I have to subscribe to ask for critique now? wow.
I does luff my "strange sort" form.
Wy?
so I have to subscribe to ask for critique now? wow.
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Frottage in spoken word? Only you m'dear prat!
I quite love it. It feels like... you.
I quite love it. It feels like... you.