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Desire nailed into the thick air,
lustrous eyes, delicately rounded,
Watching her straw get distorted in the glass,
Just as if it would.
The hungr..
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Will we ever cease trying to find,
The meaning of eternity,
All for a briefshallow moment,
Take a bite from the corner of the page,
Reality is a d..
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And he called himself... "Andrew"And I said to him, "Andrew""Can you see that tree?""Give me your hand" he cri..
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The scent of rain swept in through an open window of a dank and dingy, one bedroomed flat. The walls had been painted in white industrial strength cor..
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