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Doesn’t matter
who you really are,
for no two people can share
the same exact enthusiasm
be it something, an idea
for only self can be tru..
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To walk along a crooked mile
to find the haunted inn
one journeyed through
the ethereal mind
of ghostly shadows
in the mist of memories
of macab..
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When it came to
more or less,
no wisdom was gained
for everyone was unsure.
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I was no more
a passenger
on the tracks of time
travelling through
the passages of life
until the end
when I am forced
to disembark.
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Shrouded in the mists of memories
where dreams put on hold wait, obscured,
I see the shadows of nightmares past, lurking
while time yawns... I hear..
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A chip
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What becomes of the dear departed?
Oh! just memories ashened
blown in the wind.
There are no angels
I clipped their wings,
St Peter’s gat..
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When the snail cried out" Good God I'm hungry!"A man gave him a lettuce."Thank you! Thank you!" said the snail.Little did he know,the man was a chefan..
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Nothing good will come from man
while he hides his coverups;
from the bedroom,
fully dressed,
his lunch sealed,
to work he goes,
it’s all ..
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I looked everywhere
to find myself,
if only I looked
at my shadow.
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