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Mute
Into a great black silence go the seekers who left their voices behind with the temptation to speak out…
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Among the Desolate
Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it, I learned to love the corruption…
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What Else?
The lights up ahead grow near but never seem to coalesce beyond vague outlines over the highway…
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Looking Up
If only the wall was built higher before I began to climb, then maybe I would have given up before I ever came near the top…
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Skies Over Eden
It seems like someone knew where the lines were drawn. At some point they must have known, only now they’re lost beneath life spilling over…
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Lucid
I was there when the shadows fell lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface and lost in technicolor visions of the stars…
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Waiting for the Night to Die
Here I stand where the earth breaks away, waiting for the night to die…
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Es Regnet
It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past…
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Marching Colossus
All the little movements seem to flow together until unstoppable they break through the wall…
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Post Pending
Hey everyone, I’m headed back to Washington for the summer. Writing this from a hotel room somewhere in Wyoming. Didn’t get a chance to make a real post today but I’ll get back on it ASAP. Hope you’re well, and I’m looking forward to catching up on other’s posts that I missed today. Cheers! Mitch
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Something Left Behind
It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to…
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Mitchel David Ring 