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Rich and cumbersome,you deem your heart puresteaming hot on the table,though you're never a boreas the tables keep turning,which they always will dogr..
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A cage in a circle ring,blue. With the lights onpeople watching carelessly pick away the vertebraelisten.they are hacking awaymy flesh--how it tears a..
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Beautiful, life falls and ohit takes us away,filling our songs with broken wingsand tiring eyes.I sit and let them weep for the day,for it's long and ..
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Your eyes above the wallglare sharp like daggers at my throat,all to clench them in retraction. did you hear in the bleating distancea voice in my eye..
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Plunging deep, divine,I intake fire unto these veins,dug in deep beyond the surfaceswe see.life can be so cruel to kind,mocking highly at its chords,c..
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grapples on the windowlead far from realitytufts of hair posted on each paneto drown out the screamingin my head,it remains.broken.toppled under by st..
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Let's delve,into the deepest parts of songs,green and glowing with a nature,lifting daint'ly with such memorablestature.and gliding onslippers placed,..
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feel the need,feel the want wash over me,feel the hunger;feel the strife.for all I know is lost, this living lifeis gone into and I know that every br..
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A piano plays its key, filling every part of me with love.... but in knowing that.... I... just rip it from my mind and put it in a corner jar it up..
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the walls, cracking,about to crumble at my feet,I'm pushing against their forceinside my box.they're made of cellophane and sealed with lasers and I s..
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