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The Tourist
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Listen/purchase: The Tourist by Wall Fiction
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Nostalgia 2#
I never know my dear,
How to miss you
Your unfelt presence
I never know dear,
How to write to you
About how we never were
About how we will always be
Because sorrow is the only one who comes out of my pen
Yet i crave you the most,
Keeping a stash of unsent letters
Wrapped around my skin
If you dare to touch me,
You will feel your presence in every molecule
Who had the disgrace of coming together
To form such disfigured soul
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I live in a broken house.
"Good morning devil
This is my faust."
I'm tired of returning
To the places
I'd rather watch burning.
Nostalgia is to me
What colour is
To a man who can't see
This heart
This sweater
This dark
(Stark weather)
All of this, I've overgrown.
I'm not homesick
I'm just sick of home.
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"Nostalgia"
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"I turn my skin into brick walls,
I turn my legs into foundations,
So you have a place where you can fall
As your is filled with degradation
I will fix your broken houses,
I will heal your broken bones
You seek comfort in the damned
In their shaky, tormented hands
You insist of building homes
Out of souls in sinking sand
I will fix your broken houses
I will heal your broken bones,
If you let me"
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"Nostalgia"
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The Days Who Got Stuck Between My Cracks
I can't quite remember,
The days before you came,
I feel like i was already born
With my mouth marked with your name
The days before you came,
I felt death inside my lungs
Putrefaction in my veins
Bitter rottenness on my tongue
The days before you came,
I want them out of my head
How I carved my skin with lies
So my body could be fed
I live assaulted by fear,
Of the days after you leave
How my head will turn to flames,
And my being sting with grief
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Nostalgia
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"Stuck in poverty,
You always were my ecstasy
The emptyness inside your skin
Made me tremble from within
Fallow bodies,
Fallow ground
I once was loved
But never found"
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Fallow
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Motel Bathroom poem #1
All my books have scars
From keeping them in hidden places
I've visited too many bars
To fill in the empty spaces
Baby I'm a wreck
And my stare begs
To rest my back
On your warm legs
I had more coffee
Than rest
This soft eve
Won't last
I'm tired and hollow
And I've snoozed all the alarms
Just to lain fallow
In your sweet arms
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