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The merciless days,they never just phase,these ticking clocksof humor and haste.The oh so shy sun,has been hiding too long,from our cold backs,dressed..
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I do not holdsuch memoriesas previousbeds and chambers,I've only ever knownyours.I cannot,like you,compare the warmthof bodies,the softness of skin,th..
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The heartwill alwayskeep beating.Sometimes fast,sometimes slow.She can takeany pain,any cheating.She willnever know.The soulwill tearlittle by little...
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What a shame it is,to dwellwithin a garden I can't share.And sit on ancient columns,covered by moss of olden days.How pitiful you do not knowthe path ..
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The dust
in the carpet
of my memories
has found a way
to settle.
Plotting to take over,
to wage war
with my suspicion.
The ceiling
look..
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One of my favourite animals, and sadly one of the most unlucky ones, being brutally slaughtered by brainless and corrupted people that should burn at ..
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;)
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Who was Ito pluck the appleand feast on the luscious fleshof Knowledge?As I had Lifeand moral warning,to stay in ignoranceenslaved?
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If you went to sleep aloft one night,and in your dream in blinding light,an angel would appear to say:''Dearest dreamer, welcometo Heaven's Bay...''Fo..
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'T was a mask.The golden mask,that made himCasanova.The mystery,the charm,the flame,the poems.The poems that made me his.'T was just the words.'T was ..
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