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Illusions,
of a delusional mind.
Escape,
from realities grasp.
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Sorrow,ripping me apart.No longer can I take this pain,too much for me to endure.Life of tragedy,hope a barren thought.Onlysurviving,thehollowness tak..
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Gentle caresses,
of the midnight air.
Your image comes to mind,
evoking that which had been forsaken.
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Sly intervention,of a fools gold love.To justify the lies,of a blind-folded heart.To give is to lose,greed is the new goal of the game.Turning of the ..
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Tear drops of gold,glistening on your sorrowful face.To heal that hurt,that never seems to go away.Saphire fire,burns my skin as they linger.Soul of m..
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