with a carnival balloon in hand
and paper banjos playing softly beside the river
he walked home,
pausing only for a moment
to released the fictional helium hope
of ever finding his own huckleberry …
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with a carnival balloon in hand
and paper banjos playing softly beside the river
he walked home,
pausing only for a moment
to released the fictional helium hope
of ever finding his own huckleberry …
avp
a soul torn in half
both cold and broken
takes pictures in the dark
of yesterday’s closing door.
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painting darkness in blues,
a beautiful broken soul
touches the places we won’t walk.
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he waited and watch for love
losing soulmates along the way
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you breathe out,
i breath in,
our souls collide
and transform an empty canvas
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an unfinished soul
burned love letters
on a stack of beautiful struggles
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