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They say that I'm crazy.That I'm out of my mind.Am I really insane?Or are you just blind?The world is a chest,and we're all trapped inside.Controlled ..
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There's a shipwreckin my chest.A stormbrewing.Your fingertipsare ocean.The slidingof your handsTide and Beach
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You catch dancing dust particlesIn your hands , and call them magicbecause they disappear when you open it again,and maybe there is a little magic the..
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You males don't want to get to know me intellectually,but make plans to annihilate my body sexuallybecoming angered when dissed and left perpetually l..
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It's never the words,before some birds,sense the echo of gunfire.It leads them to flee their trees.We women rest with our mechanical tentacles,and car..
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I'm usually not one for wishes,but if I could, I would wish for simplicity,because complications confuse the brain,and trains may follow tracks, but a..
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They were in loveuntil he clung ontoa single flawand it swallowedthem wholegulp.
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When we first kissedlightning quivered through my body.I shook violently,like trees in the wind.At that moment, I loved you.We were the backwards coup..
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It's the love of hip hopthat flows through his headphones,when he's in the zoneof creating a verse.It's the love of hip hopthat booms loud and proudas..
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America- The Land of OpportunityWhere little boys are shot in cold blood murder,clinching nothing but skittles and draw-stringed hoodies.Their tears a..
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