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Young man, thank
you for the fine words,
The
row of them were a special thought that had me smirking,
As
smirking fits upon my face as a curt..
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Yes, my sweet, I have carried a torch for you
since the days of yore,
Carried it like an old valentine crushed within
..
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Alas! My muse has finally left my side,
Dared to breath down my neck for so long,
Tired, it has seemed,
Of me.
..
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Dependent on these things I called my own,
Devilishly held them much to close.
Now I am burned with affirmation, ..
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I have faired well in tragedies from past,What is it now that makes a difference?I have lived this worn life well,Been garnished in short society.Drea..
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I sat in my cage with a pencil in
my hand,
Writing down things I called
fictitious.
I called it that so better..
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The lie is told from the shift in the air,She can sense it just as well as I.Ireful smile tug at my lips,Daring her to question me.I'm crass in all my..
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The call came in at a quarter to
noon,
The air was fusty and the grounds
were cold.
It was a sprat of a man on t..
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My cabin by the lake sits on a
small hill,
Filled with dandelions and
daffodils.
I revisit this place in my dre..
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Sometimes,Holding onto hatred,And anger,And grief,And pain,And sorrow,Is like a poison dwelling within our soul.It&rsquo..
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