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A Story by Silas
this story will suck.
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Black spider crawling on my wall,
Black spider where have you fallen?
What great beast has captured us,
And is feeding us to lies,
Like the webs o..
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My lust for words and feelings have come to mind,
Once more.
writers block cripples my mind,
Making it hard to think sraight about the use of my wo..
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My poems started to get sexual a bit... lol.
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Pale faces so strange dance with their supreme light in the dark black night.
Each step is to the lovein this world.
As love plays endlessly,
Like ..
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well it isn't!!
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Poetry is what we long for.To keep us satisfied and full of wonder.The words it speaks is like the words we hear our most beloved likings to speak,Int..
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Shaded flowers,Crimson red,Drip softly onto the ground we once walked together,For purpose,To follow,And for rules to obey.Like all that comes,Ends so..
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The end is my lullaby.
Soft and beautiful,
as its meaning.
It washes over me as i sleep,
Creating an aura of essence it brings as i listen.
The e..
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what do you think of when someone says plesure?
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