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black_coffee
01:53
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Street lights encased in unfocused orbs bearing similar color.
People, creatures of habit, interweaving with one another.
Soaked denim, scratching along filthy pavement.
Unbalanced vision, property of damaged spectacles.
glowing billboards, colorful enslavement.
Murmurs, coins bouncing from concrete, neon signs in windows promising to make life complete.
Cheap vodka, baptizing cavities in sin.
Against the dumpsters and above the tires, is where I found myself within.
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a_lady_named_avery
04:58
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On days like today,
warm sunlight filling every corner of my being,
hours before the moon painted all but you a dull gray.
Your blonde hair falling together and agreeing.
At the summit of all that I've known,
flowered with love notes on loose-leaf,
your speech decorating my gravestone,
precious memories, painted with grief.
I fell in love with you for a night of my life.
A night where I was simply a kite, drifting against the currents, spawned incessantly into struggle and strife.
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3. |
3:44am
05:07
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A kind, comfy, cozy home,
three floors up in a building made of glass and stone.
Sophisticated collections of music ring out from white speakers perched on white mantles and white countertops.
A white couple with white clothes peer from their white home into the colorful void beyond the white curtains.
A breath wafting of bourbon speaks in disapprovement of the lower class burden.
Three floors down in height, five floors down in status,
coughing illness into the night,
a bacteria-ridden and pitiful apparatus.
A man, broken and cold, stumbling towards the trash,
the air around fills with scents of tobacco and ash.
The window shuts.
Condemned.
3:44AM
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4. |
cotton_candy
07:25
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Cotton candy lips.
Dogs eating other dogs.
Gold watch.
Sample text.
Asphalt boots
Empty bowl.
Pills.
Choking.
Snow drift.
Overcast.
Cigarettes.
Cotton candy lips.
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pretty_green_flower
07:34
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The city is a temple, a temple in which my story comes to an end.
The gristly, wet concrete has come to my aid again,
like my own best friend.
Here for me now, here for me then.
On nights like these,
when the stars cry,
to spend company with the trees,
mother earth's plentiful gifts penetrate the sky.
Recollections wrapping over my shoulders,
sketching scenarios behind my eyes,
my hair will be the water's beholders,
for once my soul and the floor beneath me will synchronize.
I don't know where you went, or if you'll come back,
I went to look for you, but I didn't think of what would find me along the way.
My heartbeat and my stomach rumbling became my soundtrack,
the answer, at the end of a cigarette, or at the bottom of a pint glass, I used to pray.
Until then, I'll be here.
On god's last queue,
waiting to see, waiting to hear,
in the rain without you.
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6. |
in_memory
03:22
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Trunks of thickened bark, framing splatters of leaves onto the teal canvas above.
Strawberry scented pen, notes on your skin, written with love.
Breathtaking winds of contentment echoing between boulders embedded in grass and vines.
Magenta petals, studded with bumblebees.
Round hazel pools, refracting gold hues and silhouettes.
Webs of long reeds and grass, catching drifting tumbleweeds.
Thank you.
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7. |
fragmented
03:42
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The tiles beneath us, erecting into the ceiling,
mounting words into the skin of my face,
from which the sides are peeling,
breaths leaking through my teeth, falling into deep space.
Polished blue nails delicately resting upon the remains of my clothing.
Lenient palms straining the gray water from my t shirt.
Flashing lights.
Red and blue splashing against the bricks.
The cold wind bites.
Apologies ducking between your lips.
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8. |
what?
04:02
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Ishidera Records montana
noise / ambient / live recordings / demos / vaporwave? / slushy nonsense / otherwise peculiar sonic expressions.
based in MT.
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