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The air clenches,like her throat,in preparation,for explanation.Her little smile,drawn back down,by familiar eyes,that shred her skin.Word can't make,..
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A blank face,eyes stare.There must be something else.Of all the times this could be,it happens here,with them.A simple,sorry sentence,stale with stink..
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The space beneath my eyes,hurts more than its before.No more though then my shame,for that's a heavy weight.I saw the right movies,and heard the right..
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I've been accused before,of being something strange,because I wear a mask,that doesn't fit my face.I'll see these people walk,with fire in their heart..
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The sun rises,needle in arm,no-one realises,face in palm,he’s alone.Drips of spit,‘a life of style’,his charm and wit,have left his ..
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The writer drinks,to fill his ink,but a poisoned mind,cannot think,and leaves it without rhyme.So when he rises,his head a-banging,he recovers the mes..
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I’ve been here before,on this cliff-face.where the winds will push you,wherever they may.They speak in sharper curseswith each new gust,that scr..
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Tonight was the night,dark as it was,that I invited you in.We’re both as wary,as you walk inof each other sin.There aren’t any smiles,or f..
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