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once, down in the purplevalley
where much wandering went on unmolested
a moody man who made thebeds
known as themansion's swan
polite and taylored..
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the broken records play
through all the ordinary days
roots of her rhythm's stream
the unbroken nights redeem
voices of the Id
words he never s..
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explore each nuance
or irredecent behavior
you detect
observe redeeming values
or moral forests
from afar
those trees sway aloft gusts
wher..
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War is life
So, politics it is
Not even my brothers
Not even friends
Those are too far
Those are not enough
They fill my veins and guts
All hav..
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dragon you havent been scathed,
no one has brushed their lips upon you,or threatened your one vulnerable scale, under which your ancient heart beats ..
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Callipso as it were,
as softly spoken in oldest ways,
the elder sayer passed along
myths of vibrance like her song
and thus he said...
'she the..
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a segment of something im working on
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embers are stoked
all around us here
beautiful breezes
making love in your hair
feels just like the nightime
has turned into day
remember the ..
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haunting mist, mystifies. note transpose, where
forefathers dream, a dream of past implicit means.
ways and means of spirit pulse, bleeding hands qu..
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hallowed
one immense percussion
on a night of pure seduction
devil dining time
darkness feeds the moments
where light shines embarking
with ..
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