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It's funny how littlethe worldseems from a 20th floor apartmentwindow.There's black and more of it,lighter and darker,and then there's asubtle flicker..
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Blue, Red, Violet,these city lights.They fascinate your minduntil you drift away;with the winds of dreamsand literationsof the naive child.Its a lion ..
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If the world was black and white,would colours still make a difference?I could look up at the skybut every star in the dark, and every black cloud in ..
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Something that came to my mind.
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This is an old one. I found this in my notebook from 5 years ago. Pretty bad I was I can see :D.
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I was looking for yousmoky eyes, Clairas the breeze blewyour wavy black hair,waist long..girl with the blue ribbondanced on the windflowed in the sun,..
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People often forget that the "people" they blame in general, involve their own selves too. Blaming directly or implicitly is the same.
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I've been bad things, mama,pushed back the good.Sweet mother, scream at me now!Please speak to me now!There's a woman so great mother,never heard of a..
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And so it thought and wonder-dared,"May be, his majesty is too busy to care....""Sometimes all that fallen leaves want, is to stay, ..
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I was always the silent kid.Listening is a qualitative quantity.It matters how much of what you hear.I heard it all.They said I wasn't mature enough t..
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