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Bruises tell a tale, fade of blackish blueto coppery bronze, lose their lines, featheredcolors bleed, like fabric dye inside my skin.eyes curious, fla..
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If actions speak loudest, then joyful beating of my heart drowns out all other sounds, and here, in a chamber all your own, I hope you hear the words ..
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Good afternoon my loveHow are you today?Can you feel my kisses upon your brow?From up here my friends the gargoylesand IMy wings twitched like a cats ..
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I know a secret and I just can't keep the wordsHow I long to whisper like a feather on your curves Comes an autumn breeze so soft into your earOn this..
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What demon haunts me in this dream,Pitch black and cold what could it mean?Like spears and knives this fear doth cut,My soul does shake and tell me wh..
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Gatsby on display
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Wisdom to a heart that seeks
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