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purge yourself of wordslittle girlwithin the depths of a spiral notebook
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- to pluck inspiration from drangonflies and poetry upon their wings
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red lights and rain filled nights leave me with a dulllonely ache sweet heartit takes sevendays to scrub you from my veins and four to six months to g..
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I fell alseepduring the church service somewhere between Genesis,Revelation and the Body of ChristMy tongue swellingwith the juice of myforgiven sins,..
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dirtylike her lip[sand the pulsebetweenhiships
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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doesn’t matter if you been through Hell and back; it was only Hell on Earth, Daddy it was just war, Desert Storm; didn’t have to take it o..
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One page left blankCan’t find the time Of day to illuminateWords of grace andDear God save her For she has lost her Way July 12, 2011
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My hair is red and wild, a puff upon pale skin that never fails to catch someone off guard.My blue eyes lie and seek truth.My lips deserved to be kiss..
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it’s bliss this emptiness watered down nothingnesstastelessly arranged red, white and bluepills define the gain hands that caress this skin ough..
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Lost and forgottenI must’ve seemed Speaking of this We reminisce Red truck, pick me upForget me not, long walks Parking lots, discuss Number sav..
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