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Bleeding hearts march up into my head.They call me cauldron, too.While there's love being made,belayed, 'trayed and lost,for there's a spot on our ton..
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Maybe it wasn’t so distant,Maybe it’s just a light.But something isn’t right.Never will I speakOf the galaxies afar, For only the dr..
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Press me firmly to the wallMy heart now racing, rich with fault.It bleeds here in this place,but yet you haven't left.Your chest heaves breaths within..
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Drifting...Clasp.Release that must free upthe mind.
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I wake up to this worldwith my mind on affection---lost in the naivety of long-begotten dreamsof setting roses, sweet, by the bushels,thorn-ed in my s..
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Running down the black, I see you,chasing me, chasing me,back off,you're crushing me.and with every wake I see you fakethe binding brushof a lover's t..
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When you stand by the bayoudo you hear my mother sing,of carousels, and paper cuts,rings and everything.she's trying not to whisper, yesshe's trying t..
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Everyone can tella story from within,breaking ties, and liedabout the wonders of the world.should I,but send a softer breath to riseup on the end of s..
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A sensible son stays stationed,while as suitable as he says to be,soon will beseeing to suita lovelylady at sea.see, the wondrous willswhich winter ha..
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leisurely feathers gather round the binds of livingas the wiling winds of the westbegin to warm the heart to light.rest in the sigh of the open air,th..
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