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When the poor come marching to your castle wallsYou'll gather your men, muster them allOr will you be man enough to take the fall?When the poor come m..
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Everyone is at the promenade
Mothers with their sons
Brothers with their friends
Even the old men with funny little dogs
Or the ones who feed bird..
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I was tossed asideTossed out by youHarsh words followedAnd so I retreatedTo dark placesWhere I slithered and slunkAway from the sunIn the mire and sti..
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A quick story snippet I thought up of (more of an introduction, or setting-the-stage piece).
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To life, who never fails to amuse, disappoint, ruin, enlighten , or lift up.
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I watch the lights flicker off the mirror, my face between the panes
Looking back, through glass eyes, at the meat that is my face.
I peel away the ..
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Dazzling, confusing, distracting
A facade pasted onto the intent of men
Inspiring some to great heights
Damning others to great depths
Passions o..
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For a friend, whom I love dearly; more than I love myself.
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Into the deeps I goDownwards, downwardsThe realm of the whaleAnd the mermaids, tooRare and elusive With shells in their hairDown I goInto the realm of..
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Better to have loved and lost, than to have not loved at all.
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