darkness pervading
looks sharp and scathing
pragmatic logic
a life not worth saving
hands outstretched
twisted, gnarled
reaching, reaching
no peace in this world
smoke before fire
signals
watchtowers
alone before god
can't judge a book by it's cover
still, flowing river
life after death
oxymorons made logic
dead? not quite yet
rhetorical, feelings
life has no answers
seek and you'll find
this zodiac cancer
field of dreams
house of glass
archaic, singular, fleeting
no feeling ever lasts















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