1. |
rough sketch
04:36
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her words - never intended for him.
a classic love story. to be written.
against the dark. it was you.
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neverland
03:06
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neverland, never was - just a dream to me.
to me.
her silhouette outside the window. his shadow, inside the closet.
they hide. we hide.
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3. |
a disguise
03:47
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all that glitters is a disguise.
a fragment of belonging.
what remains of romantic lies.
an extravagant fabric. for a perfect deceit. fake passion.
white noise. the sound of compassion.
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4. |
humility
03:23
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sunken facial features reveal a tethered smile.
the contributions fail.
hindered at the gate of humane frailty.
tectonic deductions arise at trial.
the contributions fail.
hindered at the gate of humane frailty.
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5. |
young, ugly - and free
05:21
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the wind whispers. feel it, against my ear.
it won’t be the same.
when i was young ugly and free.
when i wanted to be, anything but me.
distance. non-existent. as we strain our bodies, in positions.
is this what it means to live? have i forgotten how to love?
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6. |
anxious heart
03:54
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histories of heresy, shed no tears.
temperamental emotions, a static lifestyle.
mechanical days - in exchange - for a solid path.
solace. cited as proof.
solitude or isolation? to what degree?
rejected and reclaimed. living out when everything else is in.
in favour, forget forgiveness, an empty room.
sever the connection. wires crossed.
beyond recognition. led by an anxious heart.
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7. |
versimilitude
01:45
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resigned while you hung from the wire.
caught in a trap of desire.
the witching hour. they burn by the fire.
in the mirror, we gaze at the liar.
it appears we are.
interloped in the face of the other.
morals refuted by the mother.
in arms we reach for a lover.
a lover.
it appears we are.
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8. |
fantasy
05:00
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don’t open your eyes. it’s just a dream.
lost in fantasy. it’s just a dream.
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9. |
rest
03:35
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and we rest.
weathered virtues. worn, by age.
writing sonnets, on napkins. in order to discard something tangible.
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10. |
in dreams we dance.
03:38
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Dancing in my Dreams Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island
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