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Do you think me beautiful?Do the touch of my lips and the gaze from my eyes enough to be able to move you?Have you ever found me lovely?Has the laught..
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Allow me to sing to you my sweetest, sweetest lullaby,though your ears are virgin to the melody.I have always hiddenso far from your eyes-my shapely b..
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What am I, but a tender soulcrossing paths,clashing swords,seizing my dear friend enigmaamongst the storming clouds of even ourbrightest days.I could ..
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Self-mutilationinto shapes and formsI am unable to decipher;My mind creates twisted monologueswhile my hand stands idly by.
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This one's for you, Dwayne.
Please-don't fear me.
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To my dearest desolate Island,It is to you that I have returned after all these years, as a cold hearted and disheveled monstrosity in the presence of..
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Wishful thinking, small town dreamin'.
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I don’t know what you’d call it-fate, or
innocence, which drove that night to where it ended. If I close my eyes I am
still able to make..
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Not all of us are built this way.
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We all have our times.
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