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Hold me above the world and let me dieUntil every piece of me spills from high.Let the judgmental glares of all that seeView the curdling blood within..
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A baker sits looking out the into the vast fieldkneading lumps of dough until they yield.Sitting out in the field is a father and sonwho cherish the g..
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I had someone I fell in love to,Not one stealing gazes from you,Just from me.She was the only thing i could see.Who I could only think aroundAnd sent ..
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Something we all dream of having.
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Beauty beats bright in the ominous stillWhich cannot be bested by any pill,Penetrated by any lonesome lightSeeking to break the solemn night.Quiet lon..
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I met a very special man todaywho goes by the name of Mister Grey.He told me of the time he sailedupon crashing seas he never faileduntil his back cra..
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A short tale of the moon and the stars.
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We love to love when the air is alive,encircling body and soul in a gustof something mind cannot contrive,and knowing that follow it we must,as forth ..
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A word from the abyss of unreason,Chatter unexpectedly out of seasonThat permeates so clear and so needed,But has never wanted to be heeded.Reach outA..
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Wander the world with me, my wondrous mystery,and when the high tide strokes the starry sky,then maybe you'll reveal yourself from the lightsand desce..
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