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No. Bad. Writing.No. Bad. Writing...Yet, there it was,read as blasé dialogue,polluting their ears.It was the insipid expression that was overbe..
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In the lonely man's denhis sanguine eyes drownand he mops the floor with cumbersome feet,angling for his bitter saviour. His thoughts permeate the sur..
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twenty three ways to happiness and counting.devious minds, lips are pouting.tension fills the air; sexual fantasies,romantic deeds...and religious bla..
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Laughter fiends, they are...Forever in the moment;Hyenas' brethren.
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Power to the learned.He who can articulate sinand live, free, because of it,while those who cannot writestarve in cells and streets.
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Imagine...A place where style and form resides supreme and emphasis acceleratesthe thought process. A place where tense does not matterbecause ever..
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Unusual, like sun in the night
Like feeling so right when you’ve just had a funeral
Death’s counting..
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Tears dripping,
Gushing, rushing.
Memories escape,
Hearts ache
And pound, a reverberating sound.
Sense..
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Inspiration/it builds up inside
But then it tries to hide/lyrical genocide
A recreation of the mind’s g..
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The blank page mocks him.
Stares at him unrelentingly; pale skin camouflaging ivor..
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