lazylines
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ice stormA Poem by lazylinesA blanket of white to smother my mind Breeze blown needles pierce the depths of me I allow myself to be buried I have a hand in it In the .. |
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as free as windA Poem by lazylinespull me from this earthrelieve me from the burden of my selfbreath me up into the skylet the sun find my truthlet it melt my excessuntil I am weightle.. |
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sincerlyA Poem by lazylinesI am contradiction. We all get off to something. What gets me off is my business. “Stop talking” is written on the mirror; it’s on.. |
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redemption's vesselA Story by lazylinesexcerpt |
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