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Life is never straightforward,there's always bends and curves;even behind the simplelies complexity.
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I cry...i crywith my little eyesomethingendingin loss.
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Into the pool of ink I dive!From where I sitI plummet,into the pool of inkI diveimmersed in theatricsI emerge,I become;a preacher, a lover,a sinner, a..
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Plan! What Plan?On reading myautobiographythe conclusionwas summed upin one sentence;Well! That didn't go as planned!"
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True love.in the caseof true love;waste notwant notor end upwith take away.
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Dedicated to all those 50,000 so called witches that were burnt at the stake by the persecution of the Catholic Church when all it was, was freedom of..
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Behind the Iron Curtaina little boy crieson the powers to be;dressed in red stripe pants,blue vest star patterned,top hat, extra large.Stumbling over ..
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The continental drift.My subconscious travelsthe continental driftseeking above and beyond;in my mind's worldthe Earth is flatwhere thoughtsdisappear ..
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Fractured hearts.
Fractured hearts
hospitalised
never recover
carrying the love
on scarred tissue memories.
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How ironic to think
that someone is
living my dream
and I don't know
who this person is?
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