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This is the time of our lives,so put down what you're holding behind your backs.Give up crossing fingers and knives,pile revenge up in stacks.I'm comi..
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It's not like I knew you so muchthat forgetting became the only option.It's neither that I knew so little,that neglecting was natural.Flowers - beauti..
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We never say what we don't mean,unless we mean to hurt.We never see what we don't want,unless we mean to see pain.We never do what we should not,unles..
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There wasn't much that I believed in,even God keeps secrets.So, your hiding things wasn't much sin,dear soul, wild emotions pets.Days pass by,silent r..
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Plucked, by me, by you,crushed beneath the shoe.Rises again with winds, then falls,reaches a distance, flies or crawls.Lives a life then dies and live..
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It's been seven months, you and her,and you tell me that it was just lame.You've been a player, playing games.And I thought the rock inside you came t..
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What if I tell you that I'm perfect?Beauty is what I breathe out - into the world,I'm the pious disguise you can never unveil.your saints reflect back..
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Written from the perspective of life (or one's body).
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You know when you smile at me like that?
Like I'm the only living angel
The warmth in your eyes
your soothing voice
the beautiful words
and the c..
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Where people need red love when it's grey,A lot of nothing makes my day.Not that I live in an inhuman way,But a lot of nothing that way.I cook, I bake..
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