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You know,
I love you.
And I really mean that.
I don't know what love
is,
but if I had to define
it right now,
right this instant,
this..
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A shining orb, a beady
black bead;
an inquisitive look, a
striking glare.
Upon a mountain cliff I
sit,
Upon a jutting rock I
perch,..
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And on the dirt, so simple, so pure;
The human world seems so obscure.
A world of ice, a world of snow,
In this world I have no foe...
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Perfect stature; a myth of human arrogance.Search in the rye for the catcher, for only that will reveal my true stance. I sought only for your happine..
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Another old rambling I recently found hidden away in an old book.
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Just an old ramble I wrote a long time ago and hid in a book. Found it recently when I went to reread the book.
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This one's for you DT. Let's find our happiness, no matter how soon it will be ripped away because at least then we tried, instead of perpetually livi..
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“Why?”
he asked, almost inaudibly, as he stared aimlessly at the solemn waves of the
black ocean. The night wind gently caresse..
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The gurgling, sputtering sound of the seeping siphoned soul. If only these leaks were as easy to fix as the leaks in my jeep. A mere wrench and a ratc..
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Every little difference between us, like polar opposites. You are the Arctic, and I, the Antarctic. You are the sky, and I, the land. You are the dra..
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