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I wake upto a world with no ground to hold me,to hold my heart in stagesuntil it reaches me for ages,glances,beams,and holds me, just me,by the hand.I..
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I wake up, methinks,when the drawbridge sinks--it's alright.I lift beauty up,and morning laughs at my callsof fondling;fondling light...beyond the moo..
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Writing nodesthe roads unfoldto find me a better place.while the beauty inside,finds grace behind linesin which tides held us boundby reprieve.there's..
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Open your handsto palms with split ends,my love---the road will bend around you.listen above me,you write "do you love me?"and hear in splintered wall..
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Round to the back,half to the shackand I've got no one to feel,turnip leaves, they cannot beyes,let'srest at the cornerand hope no one will find us th..
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Not my best, but here goes.
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Sometimes we ourselves forget we are the ones at fault. Then we condemn ourselves to stupidity.
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The words are coming,losing; leaving my lipslisten. I say it once inwhisper.I......like to think you'd understandthe times,they bend me to submitto he..
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Come face the truth, when they know you're a fake', the shrink says,'you haven't gotta heart,so everybody knows, what you didn't say.everybody swearst..
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This is not a usual story. This is a story similarly expressed during the high times of oral tradition, so it's written as a poem.
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