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Richard Ingraham - Lydia Dyer
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Call me the colour green, as I am leafthat leaps and trusts natures breathWe are all in a free fall, of sorts, rushing madlyto the groundTo be trod up..
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I'd never seen the vile nature of violence.In my troubled little town I guess it wasstill quite abstract; that's not to detractfrom the problems back ..
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What is man but heart and gutter?Reaching out to be run over.What is man but the calm faceof the cliffs looking out at the frenzied sea?Scarred and ma..
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"How many lives do you think we have to live?"It was one of those nights. They were indulging in their particular style of conversation. The city off ..
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Entry 1 of The Event-Collection (Dedicated to Alyssa)
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April clarity is evasiveHail hitting pitiful pavementsA rather sorrowful spring thus farLapses in the weatherWonder whether my moodfollows blazing blu..
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Hey,If I could write you a letter, I'd be letting you know a little something.See I'd start by commending your generous heart and how it knowspatience..
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Do you remember November?You rushed out, in a hurry, spontaneousflurry And you were in my armsIt was instant, hit me like a brickChemistry took over m..
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Once in a blue moon, as the saying goesYou'll meet someone who comes alongThe tune changed by the noteSee you turned me round, when I was spinningIn t..
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