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Same old, same old! When the lonely hearts read the ad: "Love for sale!" at the local corner shop. In queues, they waited ..
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The sounds of emptiness.When love died,the music stopped,scarred thoughts livedon each turn;the hands of timetormenting, echoingthe hollowness oftick,..
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The last dance.When the parting of lovebecame the last dance,there was no tango;a quick step for her,a slow waltz for him.They both tripped.
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Life is a game.When life is a game,are we all justone roll of the dice as we call it?Or maybe we are all just lettersscrabbled across life's boardlook..
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Restrained!There was no tellingwhat my next movewould be...after all I was in.....a straight jacket.
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It was going to be.....It was going to bea party to end all parties.Everyone turned upso I thought....I saw the Greats and Not So Greatsfollowed by th..
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The bait.When you spunyour web of entrapment,flirting; I got caughtrevolving aroundyour gossamer threads of intentions.I was cocooned in your making;c..
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The circuit breaker.With the circuit dead,unable to findthe breakage,unrepairable;a new circuitrecommended, connectedrestored the lights.
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A stitch behind.Life threads frayedon a life once woven.When a stitch in timecame loose;saving ninedidn't matter.
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My living anonymity.No one could tellif the effigywas mine.The sands of timehad eroded any resemblance;my living anonymity.
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