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I'll always have my guitar
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Arriving at my door step after spending half a year in jail was like going on a vacation for a couple weeks and returning home. You know? It's that fe..
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My life,
So plain
Rather it be just a game;
No losing
No crying
No loneliness or constant sighing
No more stress for all the rest
My lif..
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Have you ever thought of paradise?
Had a visionary relapse during each deep sleep?
A radiant beach,
Stalked by the high hinged moon
And you, n..
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Well lit room
Bright from sunny afternoon
Me, waking
Late bloom
Silky cotton spread sheets
Mingling with calused feet
Polished chrome skin ..
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I can be a nagger. Don't take offense, or do. You just might get better if you do.
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Slumped like a pile of raggy, stained clothes,
the monster sat planted in his bed. Snarling with
a crackling snarl, he vouched for his ciggarettes..
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Joy and luaghter
Dying in saturn glow
Faded down to tender low
Gloomy Tension
Murder-invention
Man barks, shreaks
Terror lingures for week..
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Pick a side
That will divide
Into a distant ride,
Then we'll stride
Upon the open view
That we'll go through
Feeling pleasure of discomfo..
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Liquid night creeps over the town
I lay by the quite side of a vast, radiant beach
Which is smothered by the glow of a high hung, cool-jeweled ..
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