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Raise the white flagand in it no shame,only a change,I cannot quellthe Singular,toenail to hairwe live...to a world unfairI breathe airand still I dar..
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The theories are there a cup of denial with a biscotti mind and mouth occupied hushed tones and soft keys wall-less cubicals still, we in Quasimodo fo..
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Left, are crushed chains like ice and adversaries slipping through loopholes In the dark lightning cracks like justice In the grey, beneath The fray o..
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It's in the eyes the way you touch thoughts take on pictured mental scenarios of love a joyous kiss a comforted bliss of knowing through sleep..
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I have tread through these dark halls before feelings etched like cave paintings upon the soul loose footing on sharp stones. Cold words hang like s..
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Fire pit and fireflies,alternative, throughthe beats and eveningcannabis cloudshere, in the nowbreath in scentsof liquid libationstories for the eyesr..
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Time moves freein this world we will besome live in colorsome live in transparencybleed and be humanchoices within the movementpupil of the teachingsm..
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How I miss the evil in youthat lingering smokethat sometimes choked methat cherry fire slowlyburning to the enda constant friendbetween anger and anxi..
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In my walk I saw
A rainbow shooting out
Of a hole, there was no gold
But I was sold by its colors
And up the road
There was a frog on a log
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For years I recognized ita force of it's own,as I child I would fear itand I too young to tameits power,it would hold my fearbut I stood defiantknowin..
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