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Rejection, a bittersweet drug,Impossible to hide under a rug,Flows like quicksilver swift,Between us, an insurmountable rift.The smile, the eyes that ..
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will the brilliance of her existence,far eclipsing the envious sun,bring about real repentencein this heart that knows but to run?shall preaching puri..
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shall the eyes of the incorrigible,ever turn to salvationso loving and indiscriminate,yet so rough and thorny?would he be a pagan,turn his head agains..
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seraphic serendipity,the melting spring snow,memories a stone's throwaway from fluttering felicityalluring ailurophile,in the midst of winter,in darkn..
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The desecrated land where angels fear to tread. The crimson red ground was thirsty, for blood and water alike. Blood is no different from water. Blade..
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I really want something- for you to notice me, maybesomewhat. somehow. hoping.but you're far, out of reach, crazy.but you're like water in the oasis,l..
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and even in time indefinite,I wish you'd turn your head,so that my day could be made,happiness so boundless, yet left unsaidI've never fallen this har..
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Pray tell, how doest thou make thyself so mesmerising,That the world turns to stop and gaze at your beauty?Pray tell, how doest a single star light up..
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You know, I'm glad I got to see you.even if I knew you'd probably never notice me.not in a million years, not a chance in hell,because I'm unworthy of..
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Once upon a time, there was a woman warrior who thought better of herself, as the capricious summer and winter passed in a calming cycle, as she trans..
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