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If I was to believe,this simple heart couldn't take the blame,running cross-hairs over his surfaces;you've got no one to stand for you.this measly mea..
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figuratively,my hands are aching for your throat,to so harass it,in complimentary space.for your heels rake inclaim your every deed-- no ruse claim yo..
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silence. is walking, my feet, be-gin to stir, and I'm wandering aimlessly 'lone at your side. Your mumbling hides my secret, and your presence a pri..
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hearts, thumping loudly, hear them wilt on as they cry. it's a hungered hand that treats this calling, yet in sorrow, does it stand. wherefore? wher..
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reaching up, let the petalshit the ground (in silent sun). It's a given, we knew howwhen all wasset in stone.This is where I breathe. A heart of bronz..
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At this point in time, I knowI've got no friends, they're all judging meand my beliefs on living because I don't believe in mainstream.perhaps if,you ..
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freshtumbleweed.
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life,how it passes by in increments,its astounds us with its beauty and repercussion.yet my deeper eye,I can't see past deprivation,your aching heart ..
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In the sound of the drums and the heart that beats quick it's the ground and the rung of heat farther on, I can hear their sweet ringing in my ears as..
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gently do you hold me, beneath your starry eyes as you glisten, within me listen, to me yes, I want it all. We are the water that drips from our skin..
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