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You
blow out your own candles to revel in gloom,
and
no-one more fearful than you are to you.
Searching
for that misery where none exists,
shout..
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I'm
the trash writer, rubbing quick ones out,
never
a revision, more conceit than doubt,
words
meaning nothing but sounding so good,
thought
th..
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I
offer you a bouquet of old dry thistles,
And
beg you accept them on bended knee,
I
cajole you come whensoever I whistle,
and
serve no other..
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Parody of cheapness and lack of self-awareness. A (gentle)man who uses his (alleged) sexual experiences to feign sensitivity for the laaaadiiiessss.
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You
must love yourself for all you are.
That
is a choice, not an order.
Until
then you cannot love others,
until
that time you will shun your..
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Ahem...
Cough, cough...
...Ladies
and gentlemen...!
...Cough,
cough...
Somewhere
or other... I dunno, ...in La Mancha,
I ask
- Am I mor..
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Verity, whack my head.
Abyss, I fall at your feet.
No wallpaper to dress this house.
Everything as is, the chaos is neat.
Seasons sink..
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Sun Tzu - The Art of War; Miau Miu - The Art of Warm
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Centre alignment.
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Everything leaves its mark beneath the shell of the bark.
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