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i come from mountains,the edges so steepand it bruises my feet.the air is thinnerand i am unawaretheres a world down there.i am only previewto the bla..
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there.there we go!its a party night.aint no whiskey flowing,i just see 151.throw it back.hey lookway passed the crowd,there in the corner,that guys lo..
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it's just that kidn of night.yeah you know the kind.where feeling takes holdhold of importanceimportance.takes hold of the night,over reason and logic..
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break through the wall.see passed this nonsense,passed my pretense.passed my ego,passed my full and long empty evening.and feel,not see,not sense..but..
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put it on and take a bite.its a scrumtious snack this afternoon. the knucklesat the end of my hand, be bruised.but dont worry. the recipe calls for bl..
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now i walk down this hard roadno shoes strapped to my feeti've been living off insanitymy words and madness all i eatthe sun bakes the pavementand i r..
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and
here i stand on the edge of a cliff
and hope and pray to the sea
"allow this feeling of happiness
to cleanse my soul and set me free"
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it's subtle.barely even a hint of presence.but it's powerful, the kind of power that chokes you.restricts youfrom living and breathing any semblanceof..
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that title should be clue enough.this story will be about sex.i tore away the sheets from the bed and revealed her naked beauty sprawled out.the power..
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to a book i am writing.
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