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She's all mine!I wish she didn't speak with forked tongueI heard her cobra hissI felt the scales on her slick back riseShe looked cold.She knew, I kne..
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The slums of my mind.Segregated writes unfinishedlie in the ghettos discarded;the slums of my mind,hanging from windowsbrightly coloured, driedof oppo..
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The pile up.an analogy of cars,small,large, slick, comfypile up on the freewaytraffic jammed, delaysso are my thoughts.
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The circle encircled.Shadows marchon winter's breath,together in darkness,the blackness of eternal nightencompasses a smalltaper of light, melting.Wai..
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playing with words.
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The hounds from work wait.One could not face the day;the twists, the frowns, the angerplaced upon thee.I pulled up the coversheltering my thoughts,the..
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Discarded was TDropping letter t,change brought life, a new word can,she has everything now.
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Conditions.There are conditionsin small print to view;you are free to choose,but you are not freefrom the consequencesof your choice.Pick your bedthen..
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Shhhh! Its a secret!One had to be discreeton the discrete;a pair of homophonessounding similarbut having different meanings.After all,not many knew th..
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fictional ramblings
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