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It is said the heartholds two chambers;one to give loveand one to receive;too long have I staredat empty floors,cracked walls crumblingto dust at my f..
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its walls rose higherthan any mortal could climb;torches watched upon the hillfrom every corner of every stone,their shadows dancingin the fields colo..
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I left quietly;my heart was already out the door,but my hands,my hands would not move awayfrom the sheets still warm with love;the air livedwith a sof..
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The world is bleeding with light;how the Sun dies every night,its blood spilled on the moonas we pull the trigger too soon;tears shimmer lonely in the..
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On the slippery banksarmoured with mudand rocks,the man wades througha steaming swamp plaguedby leeches;his skin clad inmud steel and sweltering sweat..
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The days are turning colder,but I don't dress any warmer;I wear the cold night,a cape of memories clungto my wretched skin;I watch the pathout before ..
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It's not the dream of loveI fall asleep to or awake from.Not the music of strummedguitarsI listen to or dance away from.Nor a portrait of her eyesI ga..
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Women mourned. Men stared, distant.
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I remember little of my youth;years written out on a playgroundsmelling of innocent criespicked up by the morning wind;I remember little of my youth;t..
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I once told myself I knew love,but love didn't know me;I believed it was all wondrous,and wondrous it wasto the very last of its existence,where I lef..
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