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The naked lightbulb just broke apart,leaving filament remains,before our darkened hearts stripand shed light on the pieces,I assumed the shadowswere a..
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hear it rather than read it, create you're own punctuation.
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maybe no more coffee
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The conjecture of the stringprisms in style that I can't claimas I myselfam not me.Fettered pride to my feetto claim my chains and never speak.Colored..
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Assimilating similies down the mountains frown, where gravity can hold my eyes,and never let me down.Give andtake, the drugs the mouths,like poison to..
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Banging on the door and you don't dareto be ignored with on foot on the welcome mat,and one hand in your pocket and one truth you cant decideif its yo..
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Along the wooded path, my brother and I sat for a minute or so to collect ourselves. We had been walking for the past hour and figured this would be a..
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The lone broad road that determines nothing is pulling off a comb-over. The legitimacy of the changes are noted by fate. The architect and barber sit ..
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Again with aged dramatics, that attach too quickly to the sides of my vessel. Climactic reasons otherwise, would engrave tallies of a prisoner who was..
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Alone is the despair in which my synergy resides. I await nothing in the rose tinged sightings of UFOs that flicker on and off and on again in my bedr..
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