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The clocks clicks,The time ticks.Silence mocks,Til toll tocks.And still I am waiting.The hour chimes,Quiet sublime.Drawing the line,Reclaim what's min..
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Only she isn't.Woman, wretched.Eternal victim.She cries aloneFor what she cannot see.Paranoia, conspiracy, clandestineRevenge,She suffers aloneFor wha..
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When man is left to his own thoughtsHow curious, the mind begotFrom the soul, worries and fearsThat rot the eyes, and plague the ears.Imaginings take ..
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