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1. here i am Wrecking my shoes2. when id much rather be Wrecking you1. i'm the type of person to Kill herself2. just to See how it Feels1. the perfume..
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Dearest,In my heart, you have four names.The first one your mother gave you That filled the holy pages with lightI couldn't pick a better namesake to ..
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There's too much discontent in my heartFor the flowery language I readYet not enough discord to merit edged passionSo in the gray area I find solitude..
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Bragi, carve your runes into my tongueSo I may speak like youThe incantations of myth passed down like wine,Jumbles, and festers without clarity in sp..
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Animals scuttle around me daily,Turning my gut.While some master camouflage and roam unnoticed,Those that do not mercilessly display their evolutionar..
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A conservative view of what's happening.
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This is a new style for me,and the poem could also be a bluesy song.
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Who is she?Her eyes are twisting pools of colorHues of sky, dark sand, and sea.Her skin could be a painter's palette,So many tones in pointillist styl..
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In a grand meadowThe lily of the valleyGlistens quietlyThe darkened shadowPasses over the meadowAnd the smiling girlIt mirrors herself,Her beauty and ..
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There once was a man from BurbankWhose skull was as thick as a tankI tried to bring him downWith refusals and frownsBut his synapses, it seems, have s..
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