Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
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A Road-Trip To Somewhere No One Has Ever Been
Losing my brother crippled me. I laid my body beside his and sang to him about the goddesses as he passed away. I felt like a piece of me shattered with that loss.
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We Are Your Revelation
We will be in your mind with every breath. We will haunt you into your death.
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I Am
I am a woman writing sins upon the sand moved and expressive accepting my lessons.
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A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.
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The Tightest Bud
This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.
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Underneath
Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.
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Soul Genocide
Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.
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The Current Tide
Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on
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Un-Acknowledged
In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.
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Falling Silent
You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.
Vennie Kocsis 
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