Flake
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HopeA Poem by FlakeHope has no master A spider lives and crawls on my heart The blocks are holding me together The constant perfect flow |
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Enchanted HungerA Poem by Flakea kind of enchanted hunger, a single swoosh of black from a paint brush in my stomach. kindred longing, a longing for mountains. mou.. |
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HeartstringsA Poem by Flakemore loneliness |
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My LonelinessA Poem by Flakethe past is enflamed and wrapped in delight & kisses; the present is cold, hollow, and frozen. Where the past should be, the pres.. |
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