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If you had asked meat seventeen years"have you ever wanted to kill someone?"I'd be a dead hanging liarif I'd said no.Send you the only swan song I kno..
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I don't trust people to love methe way I love them andmaybe that's why I came here,but he writes too.I knew like some old friendthat it would have bee..
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Wafting up reminiscenceMore clouds in the winter sky than there should be.Subtle and agreeable,I will see you again soon.I have been waiting.
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That makes elevenconsecutive dreams now,where the boy I hateI love deeply, and thepeople I lovehate me deeply.Everyone is plottingaround the table whe..
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Elusive and ethereal are what I look for in a partnerand I'm stuck between wanting only your soul andwanting to hear your breathing change when I look..
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Illusive and messy enoughfor collateral damage to echothrough veins of my grandchildren.I take one for the team in the nighttime,leather couch countin..
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Bandaging, I thinkare my words in the dark.Karma and fate roar in us both-we hear melodically whilewatching jagged, irregular teeth glintlike a smirk ..
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I feel empty every two hoursand then I feel elated.You haven't called me backever since you said you loved me.I think you gave me this bruise on purpo..
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No one will ever fall in love with me because my hair is neither dark nor blonde enough. Who can I ensnare with my mousy, thin, opalescent in some su..
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Brute of the 1960's.Killer of kindness,bringer of jade.Stuck a lighter upto a red, waiting.You exhaled andfound rosemary's baby,disguised blonde hairt..
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