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blind grins, crazy grunts, munching on the runts, yes tomorrow will bring something new lost keys, bringing us to our knees cool stories ..

with each day that passes on our ride, we may not see what may come along our paths, if it be for better or worse depending on our thou..

no there is nothing else to see, you can already tell, that deep within her eyes she knows, things will never be good enough, ..

dancing on your toes, the wind between her knees, crawling up the ice-caps, silent eyes blazing in the night air, leaning in close..

HA! you thought this was a poem to entice your lust for feelings that are all too human why not feel these things yourself and let me wri..

it's cold out tonight, snowing, ice coming down on our heads, diamonds from the sky, we were such young children dancing in cir..

fire, such an amazing innovation, when the sun rises on each day expectations are completely rolled into a highly compressed bundle, ..

alone, one tiny shadow in the distance, one black splotch on a grey canvas, the ship sits upon still waters, out in open seemingly ..

the air in the room is so still, the day has just begun, as the canvas in the sky fades from darkness a new light, perhaps this da..

in the sleepless night, between the thin edges of reality and dream, we still lack the direction and motivation to stand in the way of..