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I've met him, he has no home
he talks in a since of direction
left unknown.
He can sleep anywhere
under a street light
down in a cellar
His hai..
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I was watching a lot of fantasy at the time I wrote this. I hope someone enjoys it.
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A killer is a killer, is a beast?A dinner party for the weakAnd all the victims a feastInvitation? No, need.Shows with no one, it's a schemeUnprotecte..
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I admire your candor I really do…But the weather is inclement and so are youThe walls and streets are crumbling slowly all around meWords canno..
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Overwhelmed? Possibly, notThe feeling of erosionContortionist of ones mindApologetic, or nothing at allCaught in the cross fire of another lieRehabili..
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I have a fascination with murders, the killers, but more often the victim. Elizabeth Short 7/29/1924 - 1/15/1947
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This one it's based on my g-grandfather's abuse on my g-grandmother, ""Quick, hide me beneath the floor boards" he wouldn't put her there, but he woul..
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Circa 2004. I felt silly that I even kept this, it's not very good at all, but it might inspire someone or something.
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It’s so still outside
The trees move bitterly to a slight breeze
Unknown to the human eye
Unsettling to the touch
I’m an experienced u..
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I haven't yet started Part I.
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