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Imagination, like bold ink,
Could grace her silhouette,
But joy here is an empty dream...
Aburned out cigarette.
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porcelain
translucent star
she kisses smoke ghosts
foolishly longing
for one who once devoured poetry
in firedance decay
with a secret blaze
fr..
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August 23, 2011
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12-13-08
Dear Diary,
I saw her today. Melody. She looked the way she did when i last saw her. Long raven curls framing the pale, pale face that surr..
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The music pounds,
An artificial heart.
It beats and sends
My blood pounding.
It keeps me alive.
Can you feel it,
The beat controlling,
Pounding..
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Ever see VeggieTales ???
the secret they never wanted you to know: THE PERSON WHO CAME UP WITH IT A SCHIZO!!!
Who the freaking freaker else would s..
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I want to give my heart to you,
If you will only have it.
I give it to you completely,
If you will only have it.
I wish nothing in return...
No g..
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*the Black Panther theme song fades in, getting louder and louder*
*little girl's voice starts in*
"BU-DUM, BU-DUM, BU-DUM-BU-DUM-BA-DUM-BA-DUM..
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In a dream I saw this...
A room, barren and cold.
A huge clock against one steel-gray wall.
A clock that never ends.
The never ending movement of ..
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RANDOMNESS!!!
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