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I am from the violet skyWhere thoughts trickle like rainAnd happiness reign like a ray of sun touching another person’s soulI am from the laught..
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What’s with a person’s face that makes it different?Is it the crookedness of the nose,the circularity of the eyes,the slightness of the po..
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I’m not afraid to be aloneI’m afraid that somewheredown the line,I’ll take more comfortin listening to my own thoughtsthan an actual..
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I don’t like dreaming within this houseas the porch creeks with an uninvited guestand the stairs bend to the weight ofwords we left unsaidߝ..
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I befriended him like a kid looking for a new playmate, but not the mirthful feels, not the exuberant ones; I felt dark looking for loneliness, I felt..
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His aura is that of the moon:only to be viewed in a total eclipseof the heart, mind, and soul;the light that shines through the darknessand illuminate..
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A crumpled piece of paper,just barely passing the garbage can,holds so many words that willremain unheard, and unread,and all of these words have died..
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Silence is all I hear. The floor creeks, the air around me becomes suffocating. The moon shines through the broken window like my broken heart. A mour..
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When you have run out of dreamsand life curls up like a dying leafin the cold, dry air of late autumnEach day stumbles by in echoing samenessa mindles..
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