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Painted happy is my face,As I prance around my sacred place.The trees and bushes shudder, shakingFree such emotional colors.My windswept hair plays 'r..
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It drops from your strings,Falling into my shaky hands.Nothing more than unpleasant dreams.It's black-washed and small,Pockmarked and bruised.On my kn..
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One of my all-time favorites. Illustrating my anger and reminiscence for the love I'll always cherish, here is my piece.
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A last, hollow tinkle so shallow;
Of fragments of heart, fallen to shadow.
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The hurt is under lock,and only I have the key.No longer is there pain,the depression you can't see.My little heart races,black dripping from my core...
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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What a tragedy. Most of you won't even read this, and perhaps you're better off.
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"Honey, could you give me the remote?" Toni asks, reaching over her husband's lap. Nick laughs, pushing the remote further away from her outstretched ..
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They say it's a monster.Every round leaves you wantingmore and more... and you can neverreach that satisfying high ever again...The injection, but in ..
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A Japanese Untouchable.You are gold, you cannot rust.Steel, you cannot bend.For you, my soul and body lusts.So when I toss and writhe in dreams unment..
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The three months of heaven in Hell.You, in my every thoughtand empty motive.It can only take the death of hopeTo let you go.And I'm full of false hope..
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