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Was our story one quick kiss?Something given in drunkenearnest, barely Boson detectableLike, particle collider passionPop, stopNext years dalliance al..
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I can't be the answer, nor can I be the hopeBut I could be the conversationthat holds you on the ropeJust little words, one step forward,two for safet..
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No matter the niceness, something inmy spirit is froth and fang, foam and rage...no matter the eloquence I muster on the page,I need to find an outlet..
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My girl has apparition eyes, two crystal balls,says she speaks to the ghouls in the riversand seas; sets 'em free for the realm of hopeand mercy, on t..
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Charmless grey clouds gather likesmokers on a night out, their huddleblocking shock blue from my viewTheir spring offensive Agitated in thatI want to ..
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Fever dream wordsmiths spin honey sweetpoetry drenched with pungent poignancyLonging for enlightening agony to strike likewhite lightning as they pace..
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In motion (only part finished)
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Manic, red and hot, struck likethe Iron of God Scribe No momentthat cannot be a flood of pagesNot perfunctory, for that is BlasphemyYou gather verse f..
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Warning: references to violence, gore and abuse.
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"The world is not so bad",he said through the palpitationsClutching at his chest,some hesitationI hear he had an open casket,not so the mourners would..
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