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Where egos tread!They feed his ego,temples built,expanding his girth,weighing heavilyon the meek.What lies behind some egosbut heavy footprintson thos..
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One has to move forwardor become runneth over;a thousand pastspassing by......from a lifetime.but goeth slowin the endwe all becomean image, a namepas..
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Dreaming by day, Nightmares at night.Was the productof my dreams,my imagination?An hallucination?A nightmare on the rise!Or just tripping outon the li..
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The X-Files is out there.Of the lovethat's out thereover the horizon,we coexist,but never meet.
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The etched tree of life.Was not the good timesof love-makingwashed awayin a torrent of angeronly to be restoredin calmer waters,laid down in memoriese..
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Between two worlds.Caught between two worlds,the living and eternal rest." This is not the time nor the place." cried the ghost.
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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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