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Sailboats meet where they did, a year agoheaded north-west, south-east, yet again. And no longer is it a matter of winning a race,one that went so unf..
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We'll string together daisy chains in helllike those back homewaiting with patience until sap bursts from the stems.
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lonesome she places herself, sitting on a pedestal,contradicting the support that liesbeneath.
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There's a drippingfrom the tap,can't you hear it, getting closer?Where if you were to look you'd see. Themost delicate of blood. You may say haemoglob..
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multicoloured picture frames have set my mood alight, alike the songs that do the opposite, to betraying thoughtsin nighttime skys, where delicious ap..
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It's as if I think I can alter fate once it is written; if it were written by God. And I scream constant at the fact that I know I cannot, and in my m..
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I have a window to the deep blue skies, where at night they send a calling that entails ten-thousand lies. Those that have been told for many a year, ..
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That doesn't stop the bipolar-like behaviour of my mouth; whenever you turn up so does my smile. It's a bit of a strange relationship they have going ..
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Everything became still - overtaken by a calm reassurance.
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We're divulging this cesspit, and branding it clear; to humanity, what a
treat as they learn oh what inhumane tyrants do roam. And what
volumptous..
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