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The words are caught in my throat. Waves crash, birds die, planets collide. Here in my head, all alone, trapped inside. Quivering green mantis over my..
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The internal insistent nagging on my soul that yearns for the springtime.
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Just a fun rhyming of the madness within an intellectual girl, who no matter how hard she tries to bury her nose into her pages, the words and smells ..
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