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blatant chestnut brown, they were staring at a magnificent rate; with a certain amount ofgravity they had me, though horizontal, I sat. Shamefully the..
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My mind's a turn around conceit, tugging words where it wants them, despising moments at a horrific rate, and every time, second of a whim and wit of ..
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noises sound louder than I think they are, originally made; with a claustrophobic touch and taste, the devil will not wait. Of twenty menaces leading ..
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silent sickness betrays each thought - fresh springs of just one week ago turnto deathly prisons, choking signals of smoke, smothering each gasp, stra..
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a little.. different to what it seems. Again if I see you, I wonder what it'll be like, after I see him the night previous to it. I never know what yo..
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..somehow I'm taken back and forth in my mind, by my mind. Though I let it, it has a force of its own - an inexplicable want to drag me slowly down, e..
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It's as fresh as the galloping grass, combed by the rush of wind - something a little deeper inside as you're stood, neck back beneath the trees. A fe..
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It was about back in February, the first time I thought I 'knew'. It was a monday, another monday - further up North than I'm used to, possibly lower ..
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twisted tongues oar through threading waves, a settling among the harsh oblivion -a creature far beyond repair, oak weaved solemnly and safe.
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Is it that a person could want it for themselves? A connection of something that not everyone has, that not everyone would want, but we do. Do we want..
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