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Again I attempt a sightless leap,and I am framed, a feeble stain..one that marks my face and in tears I wonder,should I be burdened with what I could ..
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I awoke from a rather turbulent and fevered dream, and placed my
naked feet on the wooden floor. It was very cold to the touch, yet I supposed I
was..
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we may as well keep the hopesthat wouldn't awake,for we look to the sun,never having one desire...the fire is hot, anddespair has found us,and we need..
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you're
sweet and unforgettable underneath,
but
the blackest part of your decaying touch,
is
as your warmest kiss,
that
in depth, even you..
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there was a window,a light to love.i am a closed heart,the eyes of sadnessand darkness,wanting only you..it is a desire so delicious,like that of the ..
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Where is this place,where concentration holdsa delicious morsel ofresolution?where the seas rise andset~while the ocean rushesdrowning all darknessand..
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i
like to see him laughing,
sometimes
i think his smile
is
just for me..
that
the coldest winters would
lose
their bite, do they?,
..
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I spoke with a dear friend today, out of the blue I received their call.I had once described them as being someone whose existence wasso powerful that..
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