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Long threads fall from an apex,framing eyes that yours cannot leave.Lashes curl out, invitingly,and flutter elegantly,like a butterfly taking off from..
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She keeps finding new ways to hurt me,even though she's not even here.Waiting for a telephone call I know will never come,another pain to which I will..
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I spit free verse,like subliminals hurt,but what sense does that really make?And where would you take me,to straight dissipate me,and finish this here..
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I wish, I wish, I wish...to drink the memories of the fore.To inhale lifeand exhale 'goodbye',as streams of unconscious tears flow like pollen in a sp..
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It’s a slow melodic tune with a rhythm that’s set,
A soulful kind of mimicked mood; don’t adjust your set..
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It started off in high school, living in my own world
Fantasies be blamed, wasn’t getting close to no girl
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Walking this path,you haven’t got a choice.
But what does it
matter,when you scream they don’t hear your voice?
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He..
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Bounce to that beat,to the sound of Spalding making love to the street,whether it's asphalt or concrete,the place you an yours come to meet.A place wh..
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He pulls words like doctors do stitches,
precise,
with just enough pain to keep you on edge.
But heis no wordsmith,
rather a lostsole looking to ..
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