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Sitting on the sand slots of the beach,counting the waves as the wept for the weening shoreline.No one comes near these nests,said the man with sand a..
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You do not exist in my spiderweb.A snap shot of a drawing I once traced.The contours blending, fading, eroding;I cannot follow the rigid face.You grew..
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Last night, I awoke.No one else had even made an attempt.And the morning light; my eyes choke.Fluttering lashes, hair unkept-I breathe in the freedom,..
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The men with the powder get the sky as their canvasBut one day only our chimneys will be standingAnd the men with the power get the sky as their canva..
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What an artist the world loses in meI don't want to trade my song for goldThis city is my love, but I'll burn it to the groundI don't want to be the o..
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When it's cold you wrap around me like the softest tapestryretaining heat like water in a glass warmth pouring slowly too my feetseconds bleed to hour..
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The noise is growing distantAs the current makes its wayThe atmospheres resistantAs we head for better daysBut there are shadows in the waterAnd it is..
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Words are hollowso I can hide insideas our actionscontrol the nightdancing sweetlysipping slowtaking it inso we can let it goArms embracing necksshoul..
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Everything about the morning drives me homein your simple picture of the common drone, andI wish you wouldn't the say the things that hurtmy feelings,..
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Knowing myself to be the bane of his existence fills me,not with pleasure, or pain, but pure emotion.A watery substance only defined by what it contai..
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