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The scent of Seattle still on your cheek,Goosebumps cover our arms like a disease--We could put on jackets,but we like to feel the night,to feel the c..
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We are all nothinguntil someone tells us we are something.We are all emptyuntil someone makes us whole.When I said "you complete me,"it was simply my ..
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I ring out the clouds like toxic wasclothsand watch as the people catch the dropson their naive tongues.A shower for the idiotic--a recycled and reuse..
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We are chickens with ourgoddamn heads cut off--running blindly in circles,fighting off deathas our blood falls to the ground,and our lives turn to sec..
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The rivers will run redwith the blood of our mistakes,as the sun comes up and burns awaythe stench,I'll look at you,and shake my head--"What have I go..
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Without you to push me into the shadows,I don't know where to stand.Without you,this whole world has turned to shadows.Descended from the same feather..
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The sun outstretches his armsand lifts herself atop the oceanhe kisses each waveand leaves a speck of lightto each one, as a memory.He continues to ri..
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A letter written in black,drenched in redinkpours from my veins,and drains me.My hands are cold--I am gone.You are gone.What can we do about this?If t..
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With a coffee-stained map,and a cracked compass,how were we supposed to find our way?We're going nowhere fast,we're going nowhere.Ask me from the back..
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The volcano sleeps with its eyes wide openMy dear, we can never hide!The volcano sleeps with its eyes wide openMy dear, we can never run!Dormant doesn..
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