Sam Scrawls, [1/27/2023 12:22 PM]
I don't have the foggiest idea where you go,
Such a long time, over the course of the evenings,
Crossing the void, without any trace of stories, desolate of twilight.
I don't have the foggiest idea where you go, all I know,
Is that you disappear from me.
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Sam Scrawls, [1/29/2023 8:02 AM]
Your words transformed into thunders,
Simple yells of
A hurt creature.
So you stick to quietness,
Since you don't have the foggiest idea,
Who's the one you can trust,
To tune in,
To a crying monster.
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Sam Scrawls, [1/29/2023 1:36 PM]
Perhaps I stooped so low, currently dug my nails in the base however my teeth admire the a long ways off twilight sky.
Perhaps I lied, stowed away things and abandoned them me on the stars, and perhaps I just let you know what you needed to hear.
In any case, I know, that is superior to deceiving myself.
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Sam Scrawls, [1/31/2023 11:31 PM]
I have lost the flash
it evades me, constraining me to
bow before the special stepped area; asking
for words, language, the means
to make, to make.
I long
to be in excess of a drenched light;
broken plume left to decay.
Allow me to give voice to my heart
to set free the murmurs in my mind
allow my words to grow wings,
take off the page, conveying
my deepest desires
for that better tomorrow
everdistant, the commitment of satisfaction
entices to me.
Sam Scrawls, [2/3/2023 3:28 AM]
I might be white, yet I don't sparkle.
They don't shine, these eyes of mine.
I was destined to be corrupted, I live to be retouched.
Regardless of to what lengths you will go for me to,
Regardless of to what lengths the world will go for me to.
In the event that I was a moon, I don't sparkle, when my sun is missing.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/3/2023 10:59 PM]
It isn't wizardry, that I grasp.
Wizardry is beguiling and charming, however this I hold?
It's underhanded, and it's furious. It chews and destroys the spirit.
It's Power, and it's frightening.
Perhaps exclusively on the grounds that it's in my grasp.
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Sam Scrawls, [2/5/2023 9:42 PM]
The one I am with you,
Or on the other hand the one I am with others.
I quit asking which one is genuine.
Since both are genuine,
Yet, you get the one that appreciates the other one, no matter what its revoltingness.
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