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Days go by and I'm walking away
don't know what to say to you.
And a little ragged man, stuffed with ecstacy, cocaine
with his little molded f..
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Shot up white wonderland
Alice is flailing in quicksand,
Thumbelina swaying with the wind.
Hansel eating porkie pies
Greatel seeing lollipops ..
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You've got the prettiest smile-
gentle with a hint of misery
and shaded eyes betraying no real emotion
but a sliver of sorrow.
Anger you let non..
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There's a part of me that wishes that I'd never known myself,
and though this side admits to sins, I confess to her everything else:
I confess to be..
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A pair of scales, floating free
Subservient to none but I
And weighed upon so heavily
by my side, rose up the other seat
And yet, as opposites ..
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The sky is filled with cloudy white-
supplied by a tempestual wind
that carries on its invisble strings
dandelion spores.
A single puff finds a ..
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Interesting enough, not all of
my writing is so dead-pan depressing, however it's
Not as encrypted as I would like it to be, as
once in a while,..
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Phase one: Creation
In the middle of eternity spins a cyclic storm
blowing debris, extended radius, as far as the eye can see.
Dislodged becomes ..
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All people are essentially the same:"I Can't do this on my own. I need you. I justWant someone to hold me, to lean on,For support that I could do by M..
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Luke is my (but not quite mine) cello.
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