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From fountains we reach
broken bones,
and the oceans we find
stale;
the rims we cast with
Mother’s ale,
To the ties
Sh..
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I don't know whenthe final end comes, whenthe smiles are off your back,when we rim are wine-filled glasseswith fruit favors, not with ash.and with the..
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Fighting fetch,
A broken wretch;
these
Words are all
stable.
Heaven-sent, we bend
a hand
Loose after god-less
hours,
Temptress ..
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Gentle hair tangled inbed sheets,messy with the morning light.It pains to wake, a breeze to passas the windowpane sits high,Gleaming eyes, supple wris..
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Burning as the fallen grassmy eyes to find the mirrored flask,so fallen from our nature's pastI find it,long and sweet;how bitter it must really taste..
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Pain and emotion at times go hand-in-hand.
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Deterred from the moment,lips clasps, eyes at hand.Call her baby, runs like moonshine,only strange when it's hard to miss.Blank asa canvas, broken, ol..
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hatred in its meanest sensebegets another word;until another and one more appearsto shade the broken way to here;the place of withered eyes and earsth..
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Deep within my mind I hideWith lies, and untrueAlibies;Screeching in the wayOr right and wrong.And if it weren't for you,How saddenly revealed,How tru..
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Delicately, how you once grow old,Calling lightly down your backOf golden rues, light petal's dewsAnd of oranges, gone black.It's nonsense to the thic..
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