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The air is cold with ice, sharpas the teeth of lions.
Your lovely door left unlocked
as you make your way to dreams.
Careless.
As a child at pla..
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Your looks are what you live for little Lilly.
If your lucky,they live for you.
Stitch up your silken skin little Lilly,
as it hangs close off yo..
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Never, forever, whatever.
I cant write and i can rhyme,
and as for you, i dont give a dime.
So put that pencile down on your page
and let yoursp..
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Drop it, its dead.
Black verse spoken,
lymerick, lyrical.
Epic, edgy.
Free verse, heavy.
Fiends,
go down,
into darkness, into wind.
Unde..
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Thistles, thorns.
Your thoughts.
Our Unicorns.
Lets get together,
onelast time.
Angels.
Quiet criminal,
still.
Just forget about everyth..
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Heaven dreams about you.
My heart beats fast,
my breath is slow.
The open window beside your bed,
where the breeze flows through.
Ripples sheet..
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Cranberry air.
Were all just breathing,
cranberry air.
Stawberry pie.
Lights in your eyes,
reflect pictures back to me.
Purple mist,
rains ..
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Painted recored hang suspended between my words.Hang in there.They say.
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fiction, fiction it is.
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I rest my eyes,
lay down my head.
The battle is finished,
the war is lost.
People are missing,
was itworth the price?
Sleepless nights,
yet t..
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