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If you knew everything I were thinking,sirens would be sounding off in your head like a nasty night in New York.I can't explain to you the nightmares ..
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Life is a flickering candle.Wind will blow and the rain may wash you out,but in the end, it's the friend that does you in.He pinches the flame, suffoc..
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I watch the slow rise
and fall of her chest. Life resides in her lungs and peace camps within her
visage. Innocence pours like a perfume from her gl..
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He may live half-way across town, but he always makes up for timewe'velost when he comes around. Our hearts are beat beat beating in unison and we&rsq..
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You're weighed down, lost, as if the force of gravityhas increased.Your love - vanished. Concept of time - altered.Depression is a thorn in your foot...
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The feelings I have for you confuse my brain
and shake up the way my world turns, but it’s possible for many names to get
inside of my heart. ..
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< Panic stricken >
as the need to purge overwhelms my thoughts.
Mind locked in a white room, empty except for
the ticking of time
-som..
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The wind whistles and blows, creates beautiful sounds like those at symphony shows. I amthe young flower in your aged garden whose mind is fresh, whos..
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My beauty shown like the first dandelion of summer.I was content as a blue jay in the dew filled hours of little daylight.A smile on my lips stayed st..
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A Story by Aekmy
The night was Christmas Eve. Clara’s grandparents had every surface covered with decorations. The room, neutral in color, was suddenly glowing ..
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