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I speak through my hands that grip a little piece of wood that dances on a paper and leaves little muddy footprints behind. It's nimble footsteps soun..
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If I could, I would, but I didn't; I haven't.
Perhaps I may, perhaps I shall, but I doubt it, I shouldn't.
Should I be able to, I may, I might, but ..
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Happy Sadness. That's what I call it. A dash of sadness;Of happiness: just a bit.Put it together and you haveA smiling frown.Feeling high with yourSpi..
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Upon the window sill I sit
The day has long been done.
I look into the room brightly lit
Until i find the one.
There she sits looking away,
Ano..
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How sweetly your teardrops taste
As they fall down your cheeks.
I thirst for them, those tears.
They leave me begging for more.
How wonderful your..
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Haven't had much luck with ideas lately
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Light shined through the giant windows. Avoiding her therapist’s eyes, she stared out to the busy world. The therapist leaned back as the girl c..
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