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The crowded halls are empty.In her mind, they are ghosts.Unable to feel the warm bodies that bump aroundAnd act as a distraction to everyday life.They..
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Such a sad symphony that played before me.Its minor chords filled my skull,And poured out through my eyes,Showing light in the most brilliant of ways...
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Your lips, gentle and smooth, part with soft movementAnd your eyes, though brown, are more than such,Flickering with flakes of amber and gold.The dark..
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For Baby
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Those brown eyes of yours,Gentle and kind,Remind me of a timeWhen I felt love.The other brown eyesThat lied and broke promisesHave been replaced with ..
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