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we were walking the other dayI saw your heart on your sleeveI tugged just to seeI played with itI said all the right thingsnow I am boredno more tuggi..
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A walking gifta treasure just leftreverence suspendedyour trash, my theftcorsets of nota Holy Smoly find1882 a bookwith an envisioning designthe quest..
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I want to write of beautiful thingsHappy peacocks and Lilac springsScented gardens, fulfilling delightSplendid eyes with tender sightI want to write o..
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This is how I reviewso we all know what I doI am not a grammar queenso who am I to sayif your period is a question markwith a semi-colon playThis is h..
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A colorful placement on a table is leftyellows, blues, reds and purpleall taste sweet, all have delightthe only difference is their colorshake the bow..
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I do not mind that you correct meI mind that you do it harshlyI do not mind that you have an opinionI mind that you do not respect mineI do not mind t..
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Moist grass in between toessun hot on a summers bodythe breeze sings a songbarefoot I dance in the mistwatch ,I do not caretumbling, fumbling ,barefoo..
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Hello I have been asked to relay the following-James Hanna Magill has voluntarily committed himself into a psychiatric unit.He has decided to do so af..
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On the edge of a cliff,not far from here.Stood a girl so melancholy,so sad and so still.Towering small on lovers hill.Somber and quiet.Caressing her t..
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A lost little lane that we confidently drivespeeding fast, reminding us were alivea hurried corner, sought quickly the turnleaving a body breathless w..
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