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Like miniature meteors that explode on my face,
Occasionally entering the crevice of my mouth,
The sweet taste that defines purity,
Here comes th..
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A weird experiment with the past, present, and future of an emotional outburst.
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It's lonely in my mind. May I step into yours for a moment?
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Consider, if you will, existence.
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Gotta hate the president. Gotta hate the war. Gotta hate the president some more.
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Dunno, random thoughts.
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No one should forget tragedies such as the Holocaust. As horrible as they are, people were there and had to live through it.
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I love its insights
I love its delights.
I love its likes,
I love its hates.
I love its textures,
I love its taste...
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War sucks, bring our boys home fast.
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Sort of a mockery of the industrial military machine.
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