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Once there stood a stately OakIts branches touched the skyBeside it was a comely Rose Planted on the Oak's North sideFor years they grew in silence No..
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I long for the bliss of nescienceI wish to renounce my powers of deductionTo blind myself to the obviousSo I can close my eyes without visionsHow do I..
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I awake, and my dream is still with meSleeping beside me in angelic peaceRays of sun dance across her neck Bewitched by the symphony of her beautyAfra..
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No more fear, no longer broken, liberatedScars remain, but are nearly undetectable nowI have been healed by the depth of your eyes The beauty of your ..
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Sitting in my headConfined by gates of fleshAnd bars of boneDark thoughts taunting, tearingBlack smoke of seclusionObscuring my visionSeeing creatures..
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Surrounded, yet aloneEmptyThought I was immune to lonelinessIt has returnedWhat can be done when a piece of my soulHas been taken, given freely?A part..
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Before we touched, I fellI'm still struggling to gain my feetI'm unaccustomed to beauty so great that it stealsMy ability to breathe, my ability to sp..
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Life sucks Love hurtsMickey Mouse is a f*****g ratNothing can be doneWhen passion has finished its runNo need to cry about thatStill we wallow in pain..
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What is truth? What is dream?Reality is relative when visions are tangibleNo solidity beneath my feetLogic, reason, ethics, temperanceMy oldest, trues..
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Liquid gold dripping through tiny vernal leavesOf newly awakened treesThe seductive voice of water spilling over stonesSmall people scurrying about th..
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