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Open bottle,
spilling thrills,
Give me silence,
Feeling chills.
Cold, dark heart,
Eyesnow closed,
pale, lifeless body,
newlyexposed.
Bloo..
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Tunes, melodies, baffled thoughts concieved through racing minds,
bruised fingers stroke her burning keys,
Scale up and down in a magical tune,
f..
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The world is your objectit is a home,in the palm of your warm hands.But you see a face you haveyet to see,and Earth grows.A person on the street, you ..
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Here is an outlet for a personal issue of mine
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