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T'was an incinerator's dreamto be fed fresh paperwhile on the chopping blockgathered thoughts in their last farewell;the executioner himself - the pap..
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Batman hangs up his cape for the last time,all the goodies, but baddies are no more.... gone;Catwoman, the Riddler, the Joker, the Penguin just to nam..
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Sea waves roll through sockets empty,teeth chatter on ocean whispers light,jaw bones open to dead man's laughter,bubbles break through a nose no more;..
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He hears, he forgets,he sees, he remembers,he does, he understands,he whispers, he speaks,he knows, he reflectson wisdom gained.
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Time stole all my moments,they weren't mine to keep,leaving me with memories,of a life spent.
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The altitude of common sensedepreciated on the openingof the parachuteconveying reasoningin the freefall floating,the mind rotatingon the landing comp..
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Salination peaked,the banks broken,where once tears reigned,now leavinga trail of salt.While the river ran drythat once flowed,lies a grand canyon,of ..
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Fiction in the exam room.
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What does one getwhen feeding the mind?A hoarder of knowledge,a collector of useless information....but a prolific writer of thoughts,and a cluttered ..
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I know it's not Christmas,
but you know where
all the bad girls live.
Oh! Come on!
Just a wee clue then!
Don't be greedy!
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