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restorationA Poem by beydont fill my ears with idle words that are thin and flat like air grace my mind and feast my soul with philosophies of how to restore us |
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bitter tasteA Poem by beywhen you loved, really loved then lost. |
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Monday I Wore CuffsA Story by beyI was arrested. The why is not important. The fact that I was arrested is the point. I was handcuffed, placed in the back of a police car and hauled t.. |
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torture queenA Poem by beyi want to rip my skin in long slow strokes to drown out the crying of my heart. i want to hold my heart and stab it with spikes and pound it unrecogn.. |
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sunday when i criedA Poem by beyyouve always said "i dont want to hurt you" but i guess your wants are stronger i no longer know if i can trust the way we want things.. |
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i kissed new lipsA Poem by beythoughts brought on by hurt |
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great loveA Poem by beymy feelings on tuesday |
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the ink would not bleedA Poem by beywhen the words just won't come |
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love making at 4amA Poem by beycant get it off my mind |
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