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I sent it that August,Not so long after,I was not sure of,Exactly what to say,What could I say?Not so long,Not so far,I still loved you,I was sure,I w..
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I sit here alone again,Call me when you need me,Some days I'm your lover, others, your best friend,But is that really what I'll be?Tomorrow you've got..
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The heat is building,Deliciously sweet,Oh but I musn't,I dare not touch the fire,Please do not,Tempt me so,Do not touch,Look at me that way,I cannot t..
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He remains unmoved by my words.Untouched as if madeof stone.Ah, my heart does bleed.The rigidity of his resolve sochills me that I shall become ice.A ..
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Murder and Madness
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The skin is only so deep,All the ugliness above and below,The scars that I can't hide,And the jaded tinge of rust on my heart,The memory is dirty,Ta..
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Here I am again.
This place I travel to when I sleep.
The sun from between the clouds glistens from the top of the snow.
The silent sounds of win..
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I am the prose,
My sun rises in the West,
My vanity lurks in my imperfections,
My shame lies curled in beauty,
I pick mud flowers,
I drink the ..
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