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Red and Yellow There’s a rose I grow hidden; for it is forbidden. Between the tulips the red lips wet, glisten...

Shrewd Get up old man, no one’s waiting for you, but you got a plan and it’s working. She thinks you’re c..

Louise Empty bottles on the floor, a knock at my door. I open up and see Louise; she wants to get back with me. I slam the door..

Out There, In Here There’s nothing there, nothing I fear. As much as nothing’s out there; there is something in here...

Here Here’s a line, here’s another. Here’s my hand, hold it mother. Here’s a tear -admittance of..

Refused to Stay I never, never knew this was something you could do. I always, always thought you were tough. But, you had eno..

The Innocent Shadows swallowed whole, he stole it all; Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. Plants stumble as the ground..

Writer's block! :(

Abstract!

Thick and Tired She spoke of lies and the reasons why. She swore upon her honesty -Forgot about modesty. Said I was living..