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I crept up to the rocking chairPerched beside my bedroom door,Pressed my ear up to the woodWaiting for daddy's snores,Silence in heaps,Between discoun..
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When I was a child,I lived around The corners of houses,Hiding from your Crooked nose -So hookedIt gouged mySuperman courageRight outta myTeeny lil' c..
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"I wish I wasn't obsessed with words,"He says."Oh, me too! … except, not really,"I reply."You see, I have kinda, sorta, possibly, maybe, (Compl..
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Broken lines dangle betweenVital voices at Waterloo.Slick Rick on one end,Skips and laughs-Parading his mangled heartOn his crookedly stolen stick-Dra..
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I haven't an empty,Dead-weight thoughtFor racing cracksOf yesterday -
Cracks that splitFaster than crooksSpinning inRed-paced,Screaming lights,
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Ain't a soul of us, without dark spots.Not lackin'In do'sThat have been done,In ruesOf arson -LikeMattersThat refuseTo go away.--Today,I asked A sweet..
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I knew a pixie onceWhose dustOut-shimmered The rest.Who played twilightLily-hop, with herSwamp-lifeLoves -Her nighttime joy things,Ribbiting FroggyS..
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why botherwith relaying howyour wordssomehowseem akinto mine,if my wordswould bebetter offat home.
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And, this bit of line,Here,Tells me why your heart’sAchings pour outSo thicklyIn your sighs-Why you paint onBoisterous smiles,To draw away fro..
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I've cast my spell on you.I've cast my spell, so hard you can't stand it.I've cast my spell on you, from afar.And, you have no choice but to give in.-..
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