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A humble plea, my lordas I hopelesslythrow my arms across the cold bedhopeful to feel warmthof being caughtwhen I fall down the edge'cause I've reache..
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A short story
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'cause there's no redemption where I've come from
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We still hold handsand look into each otherThe sweet song still playsand we are still in motionstill with the beats.You still come back homeand then t..
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I like colors. It's all an illusion, though. The realities that crawl from within my soul and manifest themselves as beautiful illusion in this world,..
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I am a shadow.
Sometimes, I lie beneath the trees.I embrace the cold sun.
Nowadays, I like your feet.
It's summer,
I like staying beneath...
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Do you
really not want someone,to listen
silent, keeping your secrets?Someone,
as deep as the ocean,collecting
and keeping the stones.Never
letti..
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Maybe, we've forgottenthat colors are illusions.From where we standand look at life,it seems so real.Step back,it's all an illusion.Somehow, everythin..
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If I knew bearing youwould bring death to meI would have killed you.I'm not your mother,who would take all the pain.Neither a teacher,whose existence ..
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You come and golike fragments from a garbled dream.A dream long forgotten.A shattered dream.You knock on my doorsand then run away.Tap on my windows,l..
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