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Hands held out,holding a bit of water.You refuse.Offering of food, but still you refuse.Waste away, ignoring friendly gestures.Dwindling, because of p..
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The one thing I notice. We are tellers of stories.Once in awhile, you manage to tell a tale.Some are remembered, most forgotten.No reason to refuse to..
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Feel a bit of the sun, never the full shine.Blinds deflect, letting a bit through.Let you rest, only seeing a little, deflected by the blinds.
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Time of the night, I'll help.Front is locked, so are the side, and the back.Relax for a bit.What's that? Oh, yeah.Time of the night. I'll help.....
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You leave me silent, bruised by the rage.How can I talk, dealing with the aftermath?Wondering, while I hold you shivering.
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Not trying to be creepy, but watch them.The patterns of their actions, are like swirls in the sand.Changing a smooth surface, gouging the sand, or smo..
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The differences, and the similarities, each will be obvious.One nearing the twilight, another basking in the spring's dawn.They both have their questi..
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Just being odd,but you don't realize.Touching another hand, one on the shoulder.
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day to day never knowingtrying to controlknowing words can hurttired,so i will trywords will comfort telling a storya story to give a smile
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Waiting for you to arrive, picking up your cup of coffee..Doesn't mean you have to give, but if you can.Only here, it was a warm spot, not meaning any..
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