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I amthe beast upon the wall,trying hard to unfasten myselfand lead you on in strolloh how I know.My limp arms fall to my sides,they lie half open from..
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Let the fingers paint these tiny walls,that blacken into squalorwhile the little sail boat captainsrest assured,know that all my little paper bombsbru..
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hold my hand and walk for enough to see the dark shadowshanging from the bayonets,killing me with your ungrateful smile.and here I hate you, but I lov..
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The path, it crumbles. time; wastes its integrity, mildly sharing in a new song awaiting in the wings It gleams as foretold, broken-hearted with ..
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Open your eyes, feel the warmth,of sweet fingers brushing cheek;oh they put me to sleep, knowingall is okay, the dreams we havehelp us to wake with a ..
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A chain-linked fence adorns one side of the road,the other lays an open fieldfor others to lie downand grasp the stars.Walking down,the two sides crum..
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circles run and run for days,grasping the earth with treachery,what can I say to them todaywhen I've nothing else to give away?Tell me one thing.....t..
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Spring taught me a lessonone that only left me cryingreaching for a sign to take me outlead me from the road of hurtingand so many times in the distan..
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She walks about in her crimson hair,tightly knit inside a pedestal up therewhere she hides from them,the broken oneswho sigh at the very last of light..
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fingers run cold within a touch, they drag somberly in book shelves unlike your own, they wander, sit and ponder all the way through, thinking of what..
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