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I am plagued by spirits,
Yet dismayed:
I do not find yours among them.
Fly to your flower child,
Little bird,
That I may hold y..
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(It's the best kind)
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Look at the world, and tell me what you see.We are our own gods,Each of us is the sun in our own private universe,And everything revolves around the v..
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This song sounds like it’s being sung from underwater,Though it is just time for new headphones.I am sick of summerAnd of stale loveThat has bee..
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On our way to nowhere,
lemon jelly and the sandman
occupy our minds.
The road goes on forever,
doesn’t it?
We go on forever,
don&rsq..
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I said,
“Take off your shoes and stay a while”
And he did.
My soul is filled with metaphors
Of self-description and I am trying t..
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She reminds me,
As usual,
To pick up my pencil
And write -
Something, or anything.
I add fuel to the Fire.
When did she stop speaking in fragm..
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Standing on the edge,
So self-righteous;
Fate is just a thread of hope,
So self-centered;
The world does not belong to you.
I cannot decide i..
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The third time wasn’t exactly the charm,
But things are better than before.
As the fall melts into winter and I ponder:
What’s it lik..
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Here I am again.
A game of hide and seek,
Doomed to crawl out of the dark
After everyone’s gone home.
I am alone, with half my clothes on,..
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