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Ode to the plastic, keeping me sane;it seems that the trees will no longer remain.When the life-force runs out, I won't take the blame -I'll just blam..
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I pour my passion into thiswispy, white page,I engrave with this dull graphite blade my heart.But for these graphite sculptures I start to delay:I'm w..
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It's not a death wish,it's a sunrise.It's not a guilt trip,it's a compromise.Compromise is hellwhen both sides are screwed.It's a melted sugar occasio..
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I want you to always remember methrough the notes and the words that I write.It seems all I want isto fly away from this madness.I apologize,you don't..
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Look out:I'm not so crazy.I was saved by the bell or perhaps some thought,but that's not what I'm here for.I'm here to tell youthat the goddamn cliche..
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She only learns the things she knows,she breaks her nail upon the stove;she won't leave home.She only listens to what she's taught,there's black and w..
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For a contest. It was supposed to be four to six stanzas, hopefully the extra one doesn't get me disqualified. haha
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Let's play a game of charades;two words,insert an obscene gesture.Us girls,we may not have classbut we sure have heart.We can fake classlike tequilain..
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If God were to be listeningto the prayers and the struggles ofthe miracle-hungry martyr,would it be through hedgehog or dove?As you see, only obstruct..
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About the ongoing struggle between my faith and my dislike of religion.
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