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Nails dug deep into my skin turn black
as what flows inside spills onto the surface.
The vines of your roses wrap around my body
pricking delicate ..
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Some things made are meant to change,
while some things are meant better with age.
Live a life of life of lonesome solitude
May lead a life of bi..
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Love is real as real love be
in hell of love as love is hell
as hell is living in real love.
Without hell there’d be no heaven,
without yo..
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One to two to three dots square,
Four to five to six pence share.
One given to the maiden, two to the dame,
and don’t forget three to the c..
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Lovers on swings swing surreptitiously
through open air in a child’s play yard.
Hands held hold presents exchanged,
presently smiles erup..
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Little boys’ desires not pastoral pleasures spill
like drool trailing from their mouths. Unrealistic
intimate dreams open to surrounding demor..
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So there it goes down,
the day that never came gone,
forever starts now
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Gasoline tainted air,
cars run the land
with no emotion,
choking on fumes
clangs and bangs
disrupt the earth
caged within brick buildings,
Bu..
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An invisible river flows with such fluidity
down my face I’m drowning in the flood
trying to swim with your weight pulling
me down furthe..
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Bottle up your soul
as you’re s**t out of luck.
Pass it ’round the table
as the monsters gulp it up.
Hollow you’ll become
tha..
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