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for EP, may you live your dreamWe paint.We paint because we see.We paint because we feel, hear, smell and taste more. We paint because 250 generations..
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I beg youto swim with me tonightand go under.All the way.So Imay slowy sipdrops of moonreflectedon your shoulders;andsavor its essence purelike silver..
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I am profoundly sad today. Shadows grew longer, overnightand theodorof autumn can be discerned in the finalglowing embers of summer's inferno. The ho..
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Every
sun-swept morning leads me gently to this world
into the reality of each pain, each joy,
each desirous thing;
dancing in the tides..
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John MacDonald found a corpse, hid it under the sofa; waited 'til it came to life and hit it with a poker
...in the room where women come and go, ta..
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for Lonestar
Come, tonight, and spread your wings with me,
unfettered shall we fly, without definitive destination:
Just this- to taste the air..
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"You want to know what they call you?" you asked eagerly like a playground sycophant- and I can picture you with a cigarette dangling, prematurely old..
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The heat won't relent today swizzling sweat pitched fever dreams and there are words that will not comethoughts that won't mend nagging at me like an ..
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"and if you break me, am I free?"
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