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i think it might be terror.there isn't another reason my heart beats faster near her,i'm sure of it,for she's done so much evil and so much wrongthat ..
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A Book of Poetry
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i can feel it stirring,caressing edges and prodding walls,looking for a crack or crumbleto grasp hold of.he can feel it growing,arching its neckwith a..
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crass red blushwipes across my faceand it's clay that stays upon it,i came here for a reason,but, i see that i've been confusing myselfwith someone el..
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"my wallet needs fattening,so lay on your back,for me sweetheart,you'd do anything,right?"and i looked up in fearand the big hairy bear of a man,gulpe..
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does she see it?miniscule girl,floating like a dream,a whisper, a whim, a wash of whimsy,courage in her heartand laughter on her tongue.brush of gossa..
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lazy fingerstrail through over-long hair,it's summer,no time for cutting dead proteinswhen you could be laying,spooned against another,slimmer than yo..
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understand me, young lass,
that you've no reason to be angry,
i must say that that frown upon your
pretty little face makes you look a li..
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out onto the stage,
more of a saunter than a walk,
he ambles as if there's no place
he would rather be.
winking at the women,
d..
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the problem with humans
is that they're so easily broken,
their emotions so brittle, so toyed with.
all it takes is one swift blo..
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