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the individual died before the moon met with
the stars and created the beauty of night.
mass waves of self flooded the streets from here
to texas,..
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could i ever speak the words, if i found them, to forgive you?
not with your words scraping out my insides,
not with your hands still digging out m..
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Bring with you what you must, but
dont trample the flowers on your way.
The rivers will run much longer then your feet ever will,
the sun will g..
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whisper, whisper, whisper
to me the song of winter.
dance snow flakes on my bare skin,
freezing over. i become a shimmering pond.
a cold sky la..
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we can imagine
light filtered rainbows scattered across fragile skin,
and the ups and downs of lives unlived, un breathing.
even the outcome of b..
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the cabaret is in full swing,
the smoke is thick and the soft voices amused.
theater for the evening, on all accounts.
the girls in their best..
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