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In this moment,as the glassstands pinned to my skin,and the blood pours from the faucets that are my pores,my life flashes before my eyes,like silent ..
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This is slightly surreal.
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Oh, how I've loved you...
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Sweet, sweet death.
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Don't read this if you're strongly opinionated about religion.
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Pitter patter.Little feet are trotting,stomping, chasing, running.There's gifts on the floorand pine in the air,and smiles on the facesof very smiley ..
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This poem has no rhythm to it. DEAL.
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I was in your company last nightand for the first time in agesI felt warm,and happy,and pretty,and calm.Last nightI looked into your blue wondersand s..
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I honestly don't know what this is. Just popped into my head.
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Just my tears in the typing pool.
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