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If I had chosen this to be of a religious genre, I'm almost sure I would go to hell.
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I, Resentful of the factuals. Leave a desperation, certain in those eyes. One shall not recover as you did. For lesser, and for worse.
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Who am I, if today I swallow my mood. And tomorrow I intake a liquor providing truth.
I'd ask you to stay silent as crows do not. As a cockerel in t..
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We're discordant. A kite stuck in the wind, while rainy plummets fall.
You tear me one way, Ianother go. I'll spin a web around myself
to hide from..
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when life is already bad enough as it is.
I leave you there, gramatically uncorrect. Though, that was intentional.
To enforce an emotion, prescribe..
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A broken shard, trickles light.
Defiantly it pours a liquor through
one's teeth. A growth-sensation of
mixed feelings, as new life causes pain.
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Let the cold drop into my soul, sickness does not lie there anymore;a year departed from her heart,a fading ofnor stitches or visible scars.
Was it n..
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Wash into a dream, a concoction of unfriendly fires
I'll take your bronze and discolour the shine
once left in your skin;a simple task
a delight h..
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You left me a mess; questioning stupidly
a wench, a wreck. I am alright for the moment, thank you.
Just left to ash,
a maroon-ambered pit of flame..
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Sleeping sensation,
you take away the stinging strain
of another tomorrow that lies fewer
hours away than my favourite minutes ago.
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