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i know the words at night seem to not feel right, im sorry, my whispers of a decent night will always flow better when the soft brease within my lungs..
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The moose is quite a majestic creature, standing so tall with its antlers reaching to the sky, being on all fours, standing, silent, watching, listing..
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Now heres a little lesson, can you take the words, think of the different forms this all can be written, remember its only a run on sentence, re arran..
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when you nodd your head, you present yourself as if you understand, you should all know by now, i dont give a f**k, i am what you see, i am what there..
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looking at this world, one feels such oddness about it, why this is noone will know, why everyone is so different, no one will know, but why critisize..
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i was thinking, back when i started writing, i wrote traditionally, many people see by now i am not a traditional writer, i write now with deeper mean..
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when the sun goes down, athe moon will always rise, i look upon this moon, i think back to the many years, everything is tied together, always able to..
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i wake, quite tired from a long night of tossing and turning, words flowing in, flowing out, i go to work with the hope of full pockets, in hopes to b..
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turn on the lights, the golden shores of tomorrow arecoming, upon the wings of the wind, lets spiral on down, lets fly through and on up, open your ey..
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when i close my eyes, ill tell you what i see, a world where theres silence, a world of the beginning and the end, when the moon goes over our eyes, w..
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