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The words haveconformed to her throat,
Held hostage by it'sform,
Because speakingher word only goes unheard.
Unheard, for no one listens ..
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Malice and I walk along the pier. The bay is illusively dreamy, coated in silver luster, covered in ripples, like the waves in her hair along the ..
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How quickly they've fallenWith the weight that they've carriedLike bricks on my backBut Im simply not falling."And here is your fortune,"They say,"You..
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Im not sure what it is about this song that seems to take me back to you. There are no words. The notes are only threads of expression, of which my ..
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He speaks in paragraphs and catches me lingering in his phrases, weaving his letters between my fingers. They dance across my body, sending electric u..
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A Story by Ligi.
I suppose I had to be a little lost, before you found me. Huddled in this alley light behind throwaways and my pride. I hear them in the streets throw..
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Stranger on the train.
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A vexed world.
They left an apoplectic girl behind,
For me to pick up the pieces of their mirrors.
Let them see what they want to see,
while..
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Bleeding orange in her seams
Picking peels up off the floor
She lays her seeds down by that stream
Its raining harder than before
She's hoping the..
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The world in Sudan, a world we ignore, the cries of people that are ignored because they mean no value to our own lives. So we live. Live as we do. An..
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