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Hmm...crazy idea about starting a series of poems about life, love, laughter, pain, sorrow, etc. as an entire book of poems. Could be fun.
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There's a place they never speak ofthe place beyond the pinesthe place where youngold Walter laydead beneath the RhineThere's a place they never speak..
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Cold cream and acetone...the recipe for stripping away facespoured(sit?) in her sinkFor the first time in a long timethere's a short time,where she'll..
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there she stoodamidst it alla part yet held apartfor her makeup held its place,it's said,to project this work of art.It balanced the earth tones in he..
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It was cold,that day in hellthe birds were hardly chirpingthe cars were slogging through the crowdsand the streetlights were barely working
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I amthe fire amongst flowersthe fan amongst flamesthe pillbug in the heatherAnd the cry of horses going lameI am the mewling of babeswhooping cough's ..
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There's an imageof a boy and girlA too big suitnext to a tired facelined with some choicesand in a pretty dressIt's supposed to look happyand you thin..
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My Kindness endednot with a whimperbut with a bangPeople diedHearts were brokenInnocence was spearedtears were shedand the complacent were left defens..
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There's a little house I've been keeping warm for youRight on the corner of Ventricle and Atrium.I've been keeping the place safe,stoking the fire to ..
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