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I am a plethora of contradictions,
wild, free yet well-kept,
flawless prose in simple diction,
wide awake and hardly slept.
True warriors never share their stories,
but bury me in my armor,
forever doused in gold and glory,
the misanthropic little charmer.
Afternoon Rum (A Reflection)
We were just kids, with too many emotions and a lack of coping skills.
No parenting magazine could have prepared mom and dad for this.
Nothing is enough, when all you want is everything.
Eating sky and ocean in a ravenous binge.
Falling into n o t h i n g n e s s, drowning in our sins.
We were just kids.
City Asleep
City asleep
Falls, triumphs melting into dreams
Luna sheds her everlasting light
Bathing us in glory, bathing us in the night
First Movement
Run to this ryhythm,
Everything is free form,
Everything is water, light, and air,
We never really touch the ground,
Don’t let the rest of it bring you down.
Van Gogh
Hayden Winston 
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