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Look in the reeds,Sweeping like corn stalks,Beneath the murky sea.The green rocks,Like gems, whispering,Come down...Down...Down to the deep.
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Blood,Hatred,Greed.Thick and congealent,like the clotted channels of the throat,The jugular,Squirting,Bubbling up under your hands.This is the play,Dr..
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Shredded slightly and standing stark naked, snow falls around my bloody feet. Black hair sticking to the skin like tar. The war has started and ended ..
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I am a part of you now,Forever,Like your dreary dreams.Thought you'd get away so easy,Ha,What did you think getting in 'trouble' meant,Mother?
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You keep occupied,Cleaning dirty sheets in a hurry'Cause the maid'll be coming soon,To check in onthe appearance of things.
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The windows are open, but the screens remain.I feel the breeze, but cannot touch the rain.In this cage, room, mindsetThere's no need to explainThe mea..
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Swept up in a whirl of scales, leading upward,Into a heavy afterthought,The music pouring out of me.I can barely hear the soft breath, of the pianist,..
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The fan, whirring,Endlessly.The dimly lit spotlight, pointed in my direction,And i think,Why,In god's name,Am I here?But I step out, anyway,Why the he..
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Sickeningly sweet, almost repulsiveScents,Hang everywhere.
Sick, of this ever going tirade,
I Stop breathing,
And,To my partial surprise,
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Thinking of motherhood, we embrace,
Ready for reconciliation,
Regrets dwindling,
But guilt enraged, unfortunately,The day ends in tears, of s..
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