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I ride with the freaksin the train every morning,always moving forward to stay in the same place.always constant with style,flawless,we are still dama..
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There are pictures on the wallof thingsI can't remember.
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As the trees choke,leaves fade from a healthy green to a breathless crimsonand falling limp to the ground,they are soon to rot come the Spring.The fro..
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I was reading a book, and one line popped out from the page and inspired me to write this poem "And like roses in his hand, death bloomed" This was ju..
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This is whatever you want it to be.
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This is whatever you want it to be.
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He has come to heal the hurt.
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My dreams float
Through the
Air, bold,
Courageous.
Bold, but fragile.
Dreams are to be
Kept in the heart,
Not to be scorned by
People with n..
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Tears fall down my faceRain falls from the skysalt and fresh interminglingtrickling down, down,Down.In the coldnessthere is no hopeno hope, but a dark..
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How, even though we think demons are bad, they can sometimes be good for you, let you hold on to your sanity.
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