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With her heart made of porcelain.Her hands were full.Full of love, full of care,in her heart made of porcelain.On a journey, with no where to go.A jou..
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This is just to get some things off my chest. I like it I guess.
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Sitting here, with the keys beneath my fingers.
Finally alone.
Breaking down!
No one can hear me.
Please don't remind me.
I'm finally alone.
S..
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Leave me.
Kill me.
But slit my throat as you exit,
stage left.
I'll fall,
stage right.
Or would you prefer,
to cut out my heart.
Kill me.
Or ..
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I want it.
Gimmie, gimmie.
I need it.
Flowing red from blue seas.
Flowing thick
thicker than water.
Great desires.
Thrown to the fires.
A need..
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I heard my clock, and thought of this poem. :)
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I hate today.....this is sad....Sorry guys.
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Little bit...odd....
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I can feel your breath on the back of my neck.
I can hear your heartbeat,
putting me to sleep.
I can feel your warmth against my much cooler form.
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Or the love sick rather. This is no fairy tale.
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