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The crumbling path is filled with thorns,No stones turned ahead can reform.Sharp tongues, twisted mouths peer from the groundsAnd dogged martyrs foam ..
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In a place where there are no oceans, there is no water, there is no rainTo wash the painAway.There is not a lakeTo seal my promisesNor ice for hearts..
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Once I thought I was the monster under everyone's bed,The one that left scars in all their heads,But as it turns out you see,Although it took time for..
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In the river to the east below,Waits the ever-wafting flow,Benign malice do the waters cast,Their eerie reflections on the glass.Put your hands upon t..
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I live a very simple life on a very simple hill,Near a very simple river with a little river sill.Still I crave the simple life,But what's simpler the..
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The moon is sweet against my skin,Silver light illuminating my closed pores and marinading me in sparkling tears.A bath of peace and sweat so sweet it..
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There once was a little cottage by the sea,A sea of green,Boarded up, closed tight, nothing to be seen.
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In this place so far aloneAnd what this world we’ll never goOver mountain and under firesHerded now are sheep for hiresWalk where you will with ..
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Roses have fallen,Violets have died,And all that is left is the blood on your knife.You've made such a mess,All covered in red,It's no surprise I ende..
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The vines press
closely to your face,
Water dripping down
hanging leaves
As they sag against
the threads that hold them in place,
And agai..
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