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On the hill there stands a battered home,
all alone
It’s late but still the lady waits,
by the gate
The sea has flattened all ..
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I'll defy walls and over bridges
May savage the civil, and straighten the circle
I Might win out
I will fold hands
Then endagain, begin again...
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A life like abolt of
light,
From the sky,on a sullen
Irate night.
Birth wasinstant,
Followed bya fatal foray-
In the same minute.
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She was Wendy when I was with her
My pixie dust was just a golden glitter-
But we climbed upon my shed
With it dumped upon my head
Her blu..
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I hate the rain-I hate the rain!Fingers and toesShriveled and soakedBones groanBody shivers'til clouds of greyAre Pushed awayAnd all the flowers glitt..
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My favorite kind of rainFell down on me todayIt's smaller than a sprinkleLighter than a lady bugYou can't even see it'til it collect's on your windowI..
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Terrible irony.Always-He is Death,and so,cannot die.How can DeathKill Himself?The question is,does he live,Or simplyan entitydoes he exist?Never knowi..
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The beginning's in her left pocketThe middle's in her rightThe end's a Jay, perched on her shoulderFluttering quick and light'til her arm starts to bu..
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a monsters decision.
i wrote this for an english class, where we had to write a story from first person about ourselves, and turn it into a 3rd per..
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I don’t normally
dream, and hardly remember when I do. When I do dream everything is in a haze
Not like
being drunk. Not like searching thr..
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