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Words spoken that touch my soul,but touch shames the word which the feeling beholds.The velvet brush of a rose petal across flushed cheek,words that r..
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A bitter aftertaste,washes past helpless faces,the scent of blood on fire,eyes gazing at endless pyre.Silence such an eerie thing,when desolation is a..
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Foretold a grim despair,thus each wanton tear,falls with passion's flair,and drifts beyond the glare.For each light's a shining star,that thrums throu..
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Scales of filth and gnarled disease,she slithers out of sight,hiding behind a dark disguise,she coils there like death, instinct, I freeze.Her eyes, s..
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The pale moonlight lie across the river,in its ribbons, the silken breeze sparklesthe gravel at its side,a thousand tiny marbles.Walk with me,through ..
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Tides that ebb and flow,leaving skeletons of the past behind,as they pass quietly,to and fro.Much like footprints in the sand,a mark left silently,upo..
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The stars such spackled beauty,painted onto an infinite canvas,they watch over youand know the truest meaning of love,and yet,you reach for dust.Selli..
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Inhale,exhale,beginning,to ending,never simple,pin pricks of clarity,a flash unclouded by fiction,and then back,to eyes that close,uncertainty, thick,..
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I am a conduit,through me runs pain, yearning, love, and passion.Passion that wavers from anger to flesh,surging into my fingertips,and bleeding... th..
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Dreams...such fragile but cunning things,filling our minds with hopewith smiles upon our faces in passing,Though no smile crosses my face,as I concent..
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