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I am an angel,Carved into stone.Life for us isn't that gainful,Just ask my friends carved as bone.
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If it's art is it still graphic or pornographic?Sod it, I don't care,It's too late for me to mentally prepare,And I can't be arsed for all this though..
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I'm bereaved of sleepPencil in my hand I weepAnd try to act deep
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Acting is easy,But lying is sleazy.Hollow portraits aren't much,And desires to be someone or something else are bordered on cacoethes,Displeased by th..
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A thread of hatred,Snapped & you're snapped,It's a fine old piece of string,Long and agitative,Like pure untouched snow versus a gentle tread,Or f..
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Hats like matsSit on the catsBut that's not importantIt's just a dormant torment
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I'm dreaming of a short year,There's no work but drowning out this voice in my ear,Education's a miss,Now my days are a short hiss,Drabble's my new fe..
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"Here! Here!" said The Man who lay near the fan to the man sitting in the heat of a burning pan"Fetch a drink for me"
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You'll see he shot first,But my lead was much more worse,I'd say it is just.
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A hook full of fishBut a fly is my wishGot nothing to looseBut I'm not going to winI'll sit on my rockAt the edge of the dockWatch the hours fly byAs ..
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