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palms stinging, throbbing, aching
from hitting, banging, pounding
on a cold wall that eases the pain
a desperate, hopeless, patheti..
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maybe if your eyes and mine are acquainted today,
then maybe, just maybe, they'll soon have something to say
maybe if my words would fin..
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stacks of books bigger than you,
here’s your education
learn it by heart, don’t lose your heart,
that’s some moti..
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In the gloom, you came,
making me cast a shadow,
and we called it love.
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love is but a child’s dream
and that is all it’s meant to be
but still we’ll sit intimately
you, me, and our childh..
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a fresh coat of paint
the life of a saint
scarlet, bulging pimples
the pain of purple nurples
the laugh of an infant
searing sweet ..
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The trees get scared when the moon goes away,
for that is when the demons come out.
Fearing those dead-trees-become-weapons, they
s..
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A commotion outside caused Squirrel to wake.
“What is this brouhaha?” said he. “Have you no concern for my sake?&rdqu..
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Black Dog, tennis ball in his mouth, sniffing the grass.
White Dog, she was smaller, sniffing the grass.
Black Dog, he took a brea..
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on the radio today, they played an old song
it wasn’t good�"but I sang along
the year I first heard it was when I ..
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