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She left it all behind, the depression caused by her mother's constant barrage of words. The desert was the only place left for her to go. The ..
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He chose the desert over the city. He was chased out by the things the city had to offer. He was tired of the traffic, the job with its 24/7 of..
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i'm lonely in a crowd of people
an empty heart
a broken shell
i'm waiting for kindness
waiting for them to understand,
i mean them no harm
t..
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walking in the spiritin the kingdom of the snakesarmed with the armor of Godthe holy spirit is my guidein the shadows of the pyramidsthe dried blood o..
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How can I put it?the face,arrogance,little else is greater cause for meto despisea place i can puke in?gag me with a rich man's spoonthe eyesvoid,yiel..
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on,
on we slowly move,
on and over,
across the ground
on,
we climb to higher ground
across the land,
past the fallen ones
now we lift a..
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the black,
painted thickly of
shinest of gloss on great beams of wood for ceiling,
set by margins of planks of painted gold,
like gold leaf,
flak..
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i thought words
and they turned the world afire
i wrote them
and they made men and women desire
i heard a poet sing them
and the world explo..
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she swung on the swing suspended by the rough hewn rope
from the gnarled horizontal branch of the country olive tree
she sang in harmony with the hi..
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i fell like you
into the transparent film,
fell through,
crossed the veil
by default and choice,
and ignorance
at first
it's skin of irrides..
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