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Enlighten my mind, as you take hold of my palmand trace my fingers with yours,running them crisply down. Then, again, we meet.Something tender about y..
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There torn in conviction,over running reels in one's mind,she surpassed that emotion, only yesterdayto feel it chippered upon her throat again.
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There was a yesterday that in time never became a truth which was favoured only a day ago.Where the path of a ghost dwelled in memory so vague, that i..
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I feel sick.Sick because I want you,Sick because I can't stop thinking about you.
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Chilled winds brush past our smiles, through darkness they try to glare. Awaiting the moment of silence that they will to dawn upon us. But silence is..
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You weren't my kind of usual, notplausiblebutirrevocably interesting. It's when you took my handthat a different fate dawned upon me; we'd be more tha..
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There was only a jump when I wouldn't take it. Are those children the Devil,edgingme towards the tip of a rock.Cradlingmy lost thoughts on their tongu..
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How do I tell you that I know what you should do. Is it so that I do know the answers to everything when such things are concerned, or do I just think..
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Take my hand as you please, my friend. And be careful now, for there is a cut upon it near the joint, just where your fingers begin to meet mine. We c..
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I'm a box of half-done drawings, a mission in disguise one sleeping home on the floor defeated by the day dead and done collapsed;tomorrow dawns a sig..
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