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Some days, right now,I'd rather see the smoke from your cigaretteOr the impression you left on my glassAnd I could write, right now,But I can't seem t..
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In those times you lay awakeA somber thought possessedThis "bleeding heart" will take what's left of friends...But what friends?The accomplices to a s..
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I for one can't keep my mind off of playing with dolls.
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The palms, whippedFrom the harsh, invisible caressFound themselves wroughtOf sensible form, figure, anatomyOr, at least, to the eye. When the grip le..
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This piece was written a bit of time ago. I never got around to finishing because of the constant stops in the phrasing, though I did seem to enjoy th..
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