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I had this fantasy in my dream I thought I was awake and you were actually tangible A man any woman would want to have You were a man that made me h..
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A short story/poem about Voodoo on the Bayou. Al names are fictional
other then Marie Laveau, who was a real person
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I’ve never really
learned the true art of talking with Him
So I wonder…
Does He judge me,
for lacking in perfection?
I th..
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Perhaps…You didn’t mean to mislead meWhen you softly, quietly pressed your sweet, moistened lips
to mine
Perhaps…When you ..
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I am left with the shadows of your memories ~ the
whispers of our past In subtle shades of greythey weave their sad, silent songin places whe..
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With all the weather and storms stretching our Earth out of shape. To all who've lost their lives...I bid a sad farewell
To
all those standing..
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My lost soul
unwinds in full as I fight windmills in a melancholy world taking turns
in a corrupted heaven pondering graceless time.Listen&helli..
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She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a
danceBarely enough to eat and pay her rent, in a rundown,
seedy hotel roomSo young, so al..
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My writings are merely shadows of my regretsThe taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaidTouches not felt -Tears that dried, leaving salty tracesThe f..
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