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Let us sing the song of my many paths.Oh virtue, oh satire.Betrayal.Morph me in to what you will.I beg for sanctuary.Just a simple touch to relieve ..
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There are no words anymore.There are no thoughts.How strange it is to be standing on the ruins of once great dreams.How in a single day,in a single ..
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A restless night.The harvest moon,with her ring around her,revealing her power.The mischievous wind,blowing destinies,Two collide.The fourth day of ..
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I find peace in the memory of his voice, solace in the comfort of his embrace, bliss in the touch of his lips, and sanctuary in the depths of his ey..
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I am an animal with mange. I once thought I had a heart I belonged to, and now I am an unwanted, starved pet on a porch. Was it so awful to have wan..
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Hear the crickets chirp,Night is on her way,The sky glows red tonight,The city lights reflecting on her blanket,To sit and stare and wonder,The coup..
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The sky is so dark tonight,I find it disheartening,To be alone on this night,Or any night in mind,My pack of cigarettes seems to get smaller by the ..
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The sun splits the horizon in a fiery brilliance
We raise the alarm and away we run
We are running against time
Against fate, and against it all..
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I open my eyes
The sunlight reaches through the blinds
warming my cold skin and irises
The windows to my soul grow heavy
I pull the blanket tig..
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You wake in a dream,the sun is setting,while the wheat and barley fields, flow in the wind like a sea of molten gold,the summer air is warm,yet carrie..
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