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I wish I could read you like a book. But what would be the fun in that?You wrote yourself in Greek, A language I don’t understand.Maybe it&rsquo..
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Out of all the souls in the world,Which there are far too many to count,You seem to be the only strangerThat already knows so much of me. I guess it&r..
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Why is it so hard for honest acceptance? For the truth to be told?Is it so hard for you to believe in me?To take pride in me?You shoot me down with ev..
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He is the songthat never finished, the broken record of a broken heart. He weeps with grief upon the floor, such abeautiful broken man.
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The night promises glory and starlight,a process of renewal before the morning sun. The spirit of the wind merges with your soulomitting all of your m..
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She walks like the fog that coversthe city, folding in on herself. Her tears slowly trail down hercheeks and drop from her jaw. Black rivers show in a..
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When the morning camehe wrote my name insideof a little heart on the frostedwindow above my bed. He said he would always love me, that he would rather..
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He whispers her nameInto the creases of the Folded pillows that Surround his sleeping Head. She’s wandering Through his dreams in Her silent, bu..
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I only see her in you, your face,your words,it’s all the same. There is no line between mother and daughter, you refuse to believe. Your careles..
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Lay down your troubled headbefore the sun stretches in your skyand burns your unprotected eyes. Let go of what could have been and all the worries tha..
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