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There's nothing about methat won't beat you to your knees--beat you down with kindnesswith serenity,with ease.There's nothing more about me,that You y..
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Am I a shadow
And you
the white chalk outline?
The
sharp contrast?
The
evidence of my crime?
There
is only one reason for our juxtapositio..
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When it was dark, He aroseto the whistling of the wind,to the darkness of the storm and...smiled at the roar.familiar.bemused.A smile.As always,their ..
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Death began as a dust mote in his eye,an ever wandering sweetness in his sigh,a cold air made flesh ethereal,a shadow speck of truth and light and dar..
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There's
a limp in his step
a
stutter
<thuh-dump
thuh-dump>
He's
a mess.
Shambling
over,
ambling
over,
to
the front counter...
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The
pavement is no longer thirstyIt
is slaked with the blood of the urban warriorIt...stopjust
stopthe
pavement is splattered with the hopes and d..
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In
watermelon sugar
lies
the death of a man,
doing
the only thing only a watermelon can
lay
low the giant
straight,
dark, and tall
beat
d..
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would you ride with me?would you sit on the bus and watch people go bywatch life stand stilland grow old with me?would you ride with me?share my bus p..
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I can't see my windowbut I can see the light that shines through itI can't see the sunbut I know it is risingI can't see anything at firstbut the dark..
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There's sunlight filtering through my window...I've been watching everything shift from dark to light for about an hour now...sunrise...I like it.It's..
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