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Where has my flower gone?Where is my joy and sun? I'm left immovable and in place,No way to see your pretty face. I crumble as time moves along,I wish..
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A Story by kenny
Some objects are just to heavy to move. They stay in place because they are stubborn. But beneath that exterior so hard, lies something more. Beneath ..
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Born with almost all we'll ever need,Humanity still searches with lustful greed.Nothing short of being on top,will make the grotesque masses stop.Take..
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I count the days since we last spoke,Every time you cross my mind I choke.And that sure is an awful lot,because in my heart you hold a perfect spot.My..
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The slain have bled dry,and the sun is leaving the sky. And it is of you, the king,that the bards will sing. The gold and silver is yours,but the trea..
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But its better than drinking alone
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You always deny your beauty,which is painfully obvious to me. I think of you night after night,heart pounding with all its might.The joy you have brou..
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You're still my angel
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Good friend just died.
Lost chance at woman.
f**k.
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sojourn of a soldier part II
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