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Is this life? Is this hell? Am I flying? Or am I trapped in a cell?
The walls are closing around me, and I can barely breathe,
This life I thought w..
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Next to me lies an angel, so beautiful and quiet.
She sleeps with long, drawn breaths and her nose sometimes wrinkles as she dreams.
Her blond hair ..
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A small, little problem, turns to thousands,
A thousand arguments a day, anger is all that surrounds us.
We scream and shout the problem away.
And ..
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Small child full of grace
With a spat of blood on thy innocent face.
Torn in two my heart has been,
These two pillars on which I’ve leaned
H..
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Look at these hands,
They’re old and frail
They hold
Many stories,
Many wise old tales.
The creases on rough knuckles,
The veins that pump..
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I have done all that you ask of me
I have pleaded on my knees
Even though what you ask is wrong
The right, I'm torn between
And yet you grab your ..
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The fact that we were conceived and formed from billions of years of dense matter bonding and fusing together, from mutating organisms which grow and ..
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“Stupid humans,
cuttin’ their crop, the b******s, wha’ am I meant to eat now, huh?” Floppy
shouted across the field.
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Pittman sat in his old rocking chair on his deck. He combed his fingers through his flaming red hair, screwing up his freckled cheeks as he strained h..
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“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” I said, “I’m fine,
It’s all within my mind”.
“Lay back ..
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