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the snow fell, and the time stopped.we didn't grow,locked in the white continuum,all our eyes saw was the snowthat fell around our bootsand made the l..
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what can you dowhen the pain has healed,and all you have leftis this latent love?all wrapped upin cream and cherrynext to a framed twinthe dark-haired..
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i've found the recipe,for contentment.take one slightly pretentious,yet abruptly undiagnosedmoderately-alcoholicpreviously and possibly gay teenageran..
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there was a boy,who travelled from over the seawith wicked eyes,and a rogue charm.fixed his father's vancouldn't have beenolder than twenty-three.made..
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you realise,with the passing of the time.your ex-lover has found other loversto fill their bedspace.and you fill your own nights.nights when only the ..
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if you were mine,i'd let you knowevery day.i'd take you down tothe path by the lake,where the sun weaves through the treesand pierces us blind.to the ..
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there the head that insistently gripsher mind.that shiesfrom the electric light.and the feetthat freeze inside her bootsand won't let her run,across t..
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it starts like this.we're waiting for the clock.and i am grateful for this drink.but eventually,after several more,the glass slides from my fingertips..
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i knew a girlwho stitched her mouth up.and declared;"no longer will i eat."she lost all her fleshthrough the power of her feet.and i stuck minein hard..
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there's a bed that i make,when i find my own one empty.in a way that he claimsmy imaginationalways wins.it's the new year tomorrowand for onceit's tim..
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