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Finished, I think. Took a bit of a different turn than when I started
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This may be a WIP, but it may be done, I'm not entirely sure yet
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A visage of a lonely man
Degrades slow in an ocean of sand
Immortal, unending; yet wasting away
Whittled, worn, day by day
If I wa..
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Just something I scribbled up quickly, being that June3 is my birthday :P
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Serrated steel grinds against flint
Creating a small shower of sparks
Continuing until the butane catches-
Small flower of flame blooming..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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The stars are beautiful from the beach-
Especially on this moonless night
Bright and sparkling, every pinpoint
Reflected on the black water,
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I am the embodiment of hate and rage
From the tiny rat trapped in a cage
To the wars of man, life lost in vain
And anyone who spends thei..
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Still playing with this a little, maybe another song idea
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A sort=of companion piece to "Diner/Nighthawk", though from a different view
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Brooding in a diner
Mulling over cups of coffee
Listening to dime-store lit-w****s
And jaded old men spew
Their two-cent spiel,
Solvi..
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