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There was a time when my fears could be buriedIn the creases of a lover's skinDoubts drowned by tender kisses, I felt freeYet freedom is relative I've..
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Life? It is I.. the damsel at the end of fine strings
you pulled and tossed and whirled about at your whim
For so long, your sweet marionette- pale,..
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In a rust colored dream I awaken to myself
Finding that I have always been the same
But needed prompting to remind me that
I had this face, these e..
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We wanted change, so we cast a vote...
But the ballot box was stuffed as ravioli
Hanging shards and un-fixable machines
Oh, but we're not like Engl..
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The night has drawn her cloak, tight
Against all hope and all fear.
Both emotions craving light,
Shall return when dawn is near.
For now just list..
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Can you hear my voice, mother, where you are?
I know it is no longer cast aside by the demons
Who used to run rampant in your mind
Shouting so loud..
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A Kyrielle.
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Give me something I can scratch
For I need a new itch
Emotions tied with fine white twine
I'm the universe's b***h
Though I've no right at all to ..
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A tribute to the dearest friend I never met.
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I
had to stop in the middle of doing other things today because the bells
of the church near my home (less than a full block away) were playing
an ..
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