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walkin down the
stretchof road.
stridin through
an alley unbold.
boxes of grey
eat me alive.
the sun is down
but day hangs around,
i just dont..
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each one of us is chosen
we must find the key-
the key that glistens of gold,
with a giant ruby heart-
the one to open every door.
we walk and ..
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Sometimes,
I find myself to wonder,
Lost in mental clouds of grey,
What's it really like, six feet under?
A cherry crypt with a gilded lock,
Bo..
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Some call me Grey Wolf.
You know me as The Papermate Pen.
But,
Which one am I?!
Who is me?
'M Ithe hound howlin'
At the silver cookie of midnigh..
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A pool of water surrounded by stone,
Blocks of granite, silver and grey.
Hill of mulch connects its behind,
A waterfall mold running through.
Fl..
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Strangled by my harsh graspBlood coming out from beneathCarves its soul into my notebookTo its own horror; Helping me.The tube of ink lowering downCon..
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buzz and drone and dots of yellow
crashing and falling 'pon my window pane
winds so gentle and skies so mellow
clear of yesterday's humdrum rain.
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Maybe,
Just maybe,
This poem could be something,
If my brain weren't sleeping,
Then my ideas would be.
I hope,
Just hope,
That if my head's a..
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Five syllables here
Then seven syllables here
Another five here.
A jumble of words
Says nothing particular
Freedom of the mind.
Like an iron..
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Can you imagine...
A start withouta finish,
Brilliant candlelight that won't diminish,
Candles burning but no light,
Demons tucking you in at nigh..
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