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I want you to ask me what I am listening to. I want you to look deep into my eyes, like you were falling into the abyss. I want you to tell me how no ..
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What is in Man that he lets all Honor, Integrity, and Morals stray him for the mere fullfillment of Greed....
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I wake up to visions of a cherry colored tree in my mind. It is dark outside, I can feel the wind creep up through the wooden planks my body is cold,..
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A woman stands before a mirror, paint the mask the world want's to see. Avoid the steps, precaution taken, no time to spare. Watch the scale, commerci..
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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the s..
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Darken planks fall upon the city streets shining, as the rain falls upon them. Cries are felt from passing shadows living inside their head. Their b..
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Child: And what does it feel like to have friends, she said. Woman: It feels like laughter, and joy, and happiness and craziness and those moments, o..
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And with the sound but of the sweetest whisper of a note I leave my love, like the sweetest melody played but not heard....
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The Fog "Sometimes I feel like an angel that fell from the sky, into a darkened abrupted world, in which no one cares for nor sees. In these times, I..
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Dancing through the cold winds night swirling, twisting, and spiriling upon us; like frozen stars whispering our names. She sings to us from the ech..
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