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Marble staircases,
Tarnished red by the immaculate birth of lust,
The twelve disciples turned a deaf eye..
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You cannot refuse the sunset.
Inevitability is the false illusion of control.
In chaos and calamity I ..
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Sister Mary's on her knees,Yelling, Jesus, Jesus please.Panties down,Legs apart,As god intrudes into her heart.She begins her little stunt,Hand to thi..
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I flip through your empty pages,Eyes erratically drifting back and forth,Desperately trying to find A Paragraph, ..
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Autumn's foliage abandons the tress to populate
the concrete,
Transforming it's grey surface into a vibran..
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Sweat drops trickled down the crevices in his forehead, all wrinkled up
from effortlessly trying to squint away the blinding sun. All around his
f..
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Written on the early hours of January 1st 2009, under the influence, i don't recall writing most of it...
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From behind closed eyelids, I can see you in front of me,The glimmer in your eyes make mine glimmer,Your innocent smile makes me smile.My nose is floo..
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Against the backdrop of a velvet orange sunset beautifully infused with
the smog product of yet another busy city day, was Gabriel.Gabriel
stood, ..
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19 years had passed since he had seen the child, and yet,he had not grown a single inch,sprouted any unwanted hair,his voice did not thicken,he had no..
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