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a poem of all the throbs that make us feel alive
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No more spiritual than these Alexanders.My Ringer is masculine at Athens.Their scrambled eggs are bitter, false nutrients- the grease is of coalYell..
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The cut`s deep his child bride gone from alabastar to a bleak bombshellNot so easy to personify the devilLines all in my dress, not lingerie, but unh..
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It`a a mantis birthday only she has no antennas to see my life`s tale.To truly merit my mercyYet i send every pawn a messageAnd everyone seems to g..
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You're a carrierfor charcoal personalsI prefer to pack lightly even one sin holds heavy eyelidsAnd I see a suicidal king with a pulleyof earthly eddie..
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Contusions have quite a thrill , especially when they paint my throatclouding music,I'm just a fulcrum away from climbing to painit's almost SyFy,this..
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dearest,
you're such a culprit
Having lies,
Having fins
swimming bold in my tale of hearts
with more flavor than a Spanish fly
I had ..
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Read it and find out
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We never agree to anything
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Time glass and allupside down,drunk and withdrawedGiant burst,from my legs,hero screams,just a little serious,I call it a cold frontI'm worthless; wor..
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