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bubble
03:05
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2. |
tiptoe
02:02
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3. |
picnic
02:43
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4. |
volley
01:42
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5. |
current
03:55
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6. |
bloom
04:22
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It’s always so hard to start
Each new face a stage to play
Wasn’t sure what ‘clean slate’ meant
Maybe a false self
If I ever get through to me
I’ll see the whole truth
One voice to another to find that space
To share in one breath to make more time
Speech like that always on the teachers’ mouths
Easy words
Pre-made warmth served to calm the fearing soul
Bitter taste
Smelled like forced handshakes and broken ice
Senses blown
but then from time came time spent came feeling
from meetings came breathless dinners came raucous screams
from folded bed sheets came torn carpets came cemented memories
from devilry came a boiling point came a bond
Funny to think it was a straight path
Funny to feel that old pit in my chest
Easy to believe I’d be different just like that
That I could be without silence as I sit
but the dread’s here
deep in my heart—
sorry
I often find that void
Shuddering
Eyes focused on the fall
Tears trailing
But light offers a hand
Spark divine
Gleaming light of their love
Unending
So I suppose I suppose
I can face a new thought
To mend the cracks in my eyes
And see the whole truth
The unknown unknows a path
I write and I wait
My family not far behind
I love and I thank you
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quarkimo Los Angeles, California
composer for video games & animation~
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constant genre wanderlust, but rooted in digital fusion
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