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Tears line the faces, lips bitten
kindly
For all of the traces, they hold dearer than all of this terrible happiness.
As they a..
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Excerpt from something that I'm writing.
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Twas a good night.
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Internal and external Isolation for better or worse, reflection in certain conditions, memories, morality, stages of change.
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This holds a great sadness for myself, but also great joy and it is probably the one piece of writing I'm most eager to share for whatever reason. Th..
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I step to kick in flight upon contorted
metal wings,
Held afloat with handles and spokes for
fancy of intrepid flings.
I ride thr..
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Find
yourself up on my street you can guarantee a fracture,
Of
the skull of the heart or mind,
Of
all this street can manufacture...
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I hold your hand and whisper sweetly, almost passing and discreetly,
All the words I wish to scream,
Above the town and the city street..
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