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when everyone else has gone to sleep,so late it has become early morning,we talkargue about philosophy, religion, love.our words spin in circles,danci..
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I look up to a photo on the wallone face among the faces sets my skin a crawlall my life it's hung above mea mystery I longed to solve.How can I make ..
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What would I do
if you cut yourself for me?
brilliant red lacerations on your arms:
seething,
bleeding,
all for me.
How wouldthose silver line..
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I feel like I've been broken
little peices scattered round
square glass on asphalt
twisted hunks of metal
and yet here I am in the center
dazed ..
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The first knowelde of a babe
is drawn out soley from his name.
it is the glue that binds him,
the stone that grinds him,
forever to define him.
t..
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whistle a lively tune, my friend,
whistle to keep out the heart.
banish sad thoughts from your home, mi amore,
strive to keep them apart.
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1/14/11
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Damn it!
rolling through my head like thunder DAMN IT!
It wasn't supposed to go this way
I want to throw my hand to the wall
feel the calming flo..
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Today my thoughts are turning back to you. Back into those ethereal summer nights when we would lounge back in comfort, separated by the length of a r..
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You can't wish love into being
you can try
but Jinn in washed up bottles are not reliable
they like to cheat their masters of their prize
the love..
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