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It's crazy how this world andthe human mind works,there's calm,nice,beautiful days,and dark, stormy, nasty nightsas it falls.As its kindhearted people..
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I give a circumcision to thehead of my pencil.While it introduces itself tothe paper, and then they havefull intercourse.Flowing gently across the pap..
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dreams, stars, skies
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Our hearts cry as we mourn in sadness.But death in its essence is its own formof madness.A thousand tissues wiping the leakageof our eye's issues cant..
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love has no distance
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I'm born again, straight from the lion's den.I'm back, and I'm black, and on the attack,like a vigilante on all of you who hurtand mistreat the less f..
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To some time brings change.It brings spiritual growth and maturityas well as love,gain,andlife's loss.But to others their just stuck in the same fadin..
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Grasp your inspirational source, whatever this maybeand become an exceptionable force.Grab a pen and paper and proceed to write.Pour some gasoline on ..
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A man once said in song, he stated this is a man's world.This i agree, but no wait, wait, wait, audience let me statemy claim. For if it wasn't for th..
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What would you dofor love? I ask myself. Love makes you dothe craziest things to yourself. Roses are red, flesh turns purplelike the bruises made byth..
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