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Kisses for the maid.Kisses for the soldier.Kisses for the ones at home who's beds have been made.Kisses for the dear, dead poacher.Kisses to go around..
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Take your turn on the swings,If you skip someone's turn it's sure to stingWhen they push you off your wings.
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It hurts to see you so sad.The winter can't be so badIf I am here to keep you warm?But I know, your heart's a storm,And there is nothing I can do to p..
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Breathe in, breathe out.It's not easy to shoutWhen you are holding your breatheIn anticipation for death.
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A chilly embrace rubs against my shoulders,A touch so sudden it makes me pull away.If I had a heart, I'm sure it'd do wonders,But in my shrunken, ston..
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If you had a hand to hold,You would hold it until you grew old,Because hands do not last forever.Not in any endeavor.
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Rolling to the side of the moon,I embrace the warmth of the mid-afternoon,From far, far away.In the end, the time of dayMeans nothing.Nothing.
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With a small murmur of influence,I place my lips upon your forehead,Our thoughts become confluent.Unbenounced, I have your soul behead.
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With strings attached to every bendable stick,Your breathe clouds hot, heavy, and thick,Fogging up your glass visionAnd letting the outside in.
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If rivers were to flow to the direction of the world instead of gravity,Some sunken heart wouldn't be living with this depravityOf grace and good and ..
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