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Sitting on the stone benches underneath that crescent moon,I gaze upon the round leaves like golden coins,littering the forest floor.He tells me to lo..
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Sipping from the glorious amphora,full of sweet grape wineand glowing gold.We glow ourselves,violet flowers in our hair,hair turning into finely spun ..
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Sitting alone in an empty room,I am surrounded by infinite displays of my lonliness;the paintings will speak for that. There is no happiness alive in ..
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A wilderness untamed in all it's glory.Violet splashes across the forest floor.Paint the picture, go ahead.Bluebells dark as indigo,the gems that litt..
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Love and beauty in human form,Helen of Sparta, but was she any more?She was a mother of one, and a lover of three.Menelaus.Theseus.Alexandros.Hermione..
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The warrior of ages old; the bravest deeds he's done, so bold!He's seen himself though every war, through every year, he's seen the gore!It all began ..
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Caffeine and nicotene!Oh how you transpire to inspireme so.Turn me up, help me meanthe things I so admire.Liar.Caffeine and nicotene!Oh how you make m..
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Written with a new lover in mind.
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The heat between us wasn't enough;you pulled me closer,I felt every thrust.This distance(There!)Get rid of it, please,I beg you,I swear!I can't take t..
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Modern gods and fairy tales,
oh what have we become?
Tortured souls and tortured wails!
Tell us what mankind has done!
The trick to ou..
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