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Parents spill wordsinto empty minds;Spoiling, pre-scribing,indoctrinating, ideating,corrupting the young freedomsof childhood life.While the newly haz..
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It is cryingstained draughtred grassIron bladescuttinginfant greenI'm starvingfor guiltand shame.
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her dress a hot blushher fingers a cool touchher eyes a cloudy grayand she's forgottenat end of the day.
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Self aggrandizing prick.Fight against the crowdwho search fortheir voiceSilence!Silence!Speak not unlessit is to the likingand glory ofGod Emperor Pri..
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Religion eats it's so called 'Leaders'And continues marching atop the waveof empty boots.
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“Boy, come here.”Tall Jane called the boy.“Be quick with it.”She threw her dirty apronOver her shoulder.Daryn, with a smile,Ra..
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Profound grief. Where do they go?
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I know I’ll miss them when I’llWalk out the door this last time.I know eventually my memoryWill fail to hold them closely.Love, acceptance..
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There is costTo all truth.There is no moreMan in the cave,Initiating the un-Initiated.We have preachersWho have not tra-versed the depths,Or sent the..
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Thought of a lovely girl and her experience working at a theater.
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