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The unmasked man who steals into your dreams
whilst you sleep;
peeling originality from your features to make you mundane and in pain...
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The current of life is one we all come across
and one that we, each of us, must take in stride with ourselves.
No more the need of the many while we..
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I have a bed.
It fits me fairly well and has many blankets to keep me warm at night.
It lets me sleep in relative comfort;
most of th..
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This power flowing through me,
as my toes kick pebbles from the cliff side.
I know, that if I jumped, I would live.
Cold steel.
Hard and unforgivi..
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These lips are a foreign thing,
for now.
My hackles raise.
The urgency behind them, no less than any other.
Low growls emit from my throat.
The h..
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I climb in your bed, pulling back the covers, avoiding the beasts you
share it with; turning to my side and facing the heartbreaking sight
that is..
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I'm sinking, like a witch of the past,
but of my own accord.
Briefly I am surrounded by gulls,
as they make the dive for food.
I am soon far below..
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This want can not be understated,
undervalued,
impersonated.
This is the want that crowns all
other desires,
that lights the flame among our pyre..
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Up. You must get up.
I have to pee.
COLD!
Coldcoldcoldcoldcold I LOVE the cold!
Yesterday's poop is gone... Who did this..creak
Who said my name?..
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Doing what is right, instead of what is easy.
It's giving you already have so little.
Love is putting that pop can in the recycling bin instead of t..
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