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A penny for your thoughts?
My mind shudders, contorts
Happy times distort
Never free, no inner sanctity
I'll want more for mine.
Something for ..
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When did the music stop?When did something in our hearts decide, it was time to just give up?To the pain we succumbBaby we're doneNow that the rhythm'..
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Bitter by nature, or spiteful by choice?Your blood surely boils at the sound of my voiceThis untactful approach will never cease to appaul,As I intrud..
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I'm sorry in so many ways.I'm sorry that the love you deservedand the love you expected,was absent, if not often reserved.I'm so sorry I wrecked it.I'..
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The first installment of a reserve-chronological spoken word.
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Love manuscript- by novice, age 22.
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As the moth lays motionless, on a cold, callas palm
The point at which it usually dies
Suddenly the moth was bestowed by a cool sense of calm,
a..
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She's forgotten all the pleasureShe's forgotten how to hold
She's forgotten how to treasure
Or just remember, the things we did of old.
Shes negle..
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The golden arches
Tell-tale sign of the modern
beast
The poisonously addictive
starches
Lure us back, it’s time to feast.
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For you
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