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The lamb tiptoed silently into his master’s waiting abode, twice the man he was before. Before tomorrow, before the future was adamant and could..
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Two blue morphos
Sit on a page
Of fairytale,
A collector controls
The storybook�"
Is actually in reverse,
As is ..
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Let’s play Scrabble
These are the rules:
Diagonal lines, uncensored words
Entirely blunt
No metaphors
Your turn:
My ..
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My intake on the French Revolution
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I am an illusionI see color,not a numberWhile the bells and whistles mumble in my earI can't touch what is sinfulBut sex and boozeare my beingI am an ..
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The sun rose again,another evening fellClouds couldn't mask the sun--he was blindedRose petals curled in baked masses, then felland refused to bloom a..
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I hope for a miracleBut ain't prayin' to no GodSon,my faith lay not with He,but the worldThe world.Whether Truth belongs on paperor gospel,mixing with..
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There was anger
In her movements
An unnatural masculinity
Thicker than the strands of her hair
What she touched burned
Crimson..
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