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There is no sound for the sweltering sun on sandBeating backThe spirit of the desert.No beat no heart.The desert lizarddead, red, hot.Squeeze the wate..
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Is there anything that i should bring?to the black funeral,full of golden wings.Is there anything else that i could have said?to the drunken soil,for ..
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I would write about the trees and bees.
Keys,lost in the night.Ificould write.I just might,write,a story about love and fright,
and the delightful v..
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Round your anklesPulls you downIntoa holeTo lose your sightFind yourinnardsClimb the wallsEscape into lightHopingto winBeg for mercyPlea for joyPile h..
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The trees have been bent,It's birds fly aground,And around the shallow, cool pools of the forest,Animals fall down.Veins bleed red toxic,Eyes blind in..
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When she crashes, I am there.I think she lets me feel like no man has felt her before, in the bareness of the night.My hands outstretched, fingers spr..
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