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The dark is a sacred place, of quiet reflection. It can be so many things, whether a place to rest, or to hide. The dark is where my love first flower..
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there was a ringing here, in my ears,
something which sent in the beat of an electronic pulse
more knowledge than i know of possesing
the sound k..
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it seems so strange to me
the way the world is percieved
the way it is evil, merciful, meaningless, soulful
branches of it spread through every str..
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A boy perched in the crescent of the moon spied the girl in a shadow of herself, and he played her a little something on his fiddle about the beauty a..
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very late one winters night, when the lake was frozen over with snow, a little hummingbird came from his nest searching for escape from the harsh wind..
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butterfly
melting butterfly
your arms - aimed towards the sun
growing into flowers on the moon
your beauty is so fragile
could be crushed un..
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when i sit up and i look...at you, at how beautiful you are, i just...i want to keep you forever. forever, just like this, with you lying softly benea..
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a kiss,
another up and down the starry sky,
so evenly seperated: a tiny opening
tearing, burning, nothing,
and nothingness is overwhelming, is eve..
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Imagine a long road that stretches on past the civilized world. It lifts up above the solid earth and soldiers on through fresh air that thins in you..
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i bought a sailing ship from a man called jaqueline
and i swear to you his head was cut from the fabric of our dreams
he took a harpoon in one han..
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