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Down at the bottom where the darkness sleeps,there's wayward souls and they're reaching for me.Beneath the surface where the Devil reigns,he's eying m..
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This is a rare happy poem.
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I'm full to the brim, with that lonely again.Whiskey genie trades wishes for all of my sins.I've all but forgotten where I set the mark,And I only wil..
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The sizzle of a matchstick, like the sound of a kill.Brings scavengers hoping for the scraps of your thrill.Your breath is still stained with that cig..
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Apparently, the clean road only serves one.And I, the banner man of well-fed starving artists,takes a bow and a torch to the house of love.Plucks the ..
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Alone, I sit and stir my thoughts into a violent storm.And drip acid from my pen-tip to keep the paper warm.Within the snow a flower grows, frost nipp..
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In the brief, fleeting moments between sleep and waking, I felt you this morning.It was the sweet cold breeze that rouses warm sleep.A gentle kind of ..
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Increasingly we are becoming too much like our technology. Jon is one of these iHumans, constantly plugged into his phone and devoid of human interact..
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