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POOR MY HEART OUTLET MY SOLE SPILL TO THE GROUNDLET ME BE FOUNDLET THIS MAN COME TO LIFELET THIS BOY GOTHIS BOY WHO STOOD BEFORE YOU ASKED ONL..
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Ok so this is something compleaty unusual for me. Im not sure that it gets my point across or that it even has one. Any Questions, feel free to ask ..
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To bolster those that know nothing of what they do, is to me to see the
fool. Damage done and to sun, the praises have been brought, but to the
li..
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No faith to fill the broken glassNo more to rent to stay the pastNoeffigiesof yesterdays goneNo prayers of tomorrows come. Fear not the broken vessel..
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Birth, Life, Death
A cycle that must not be broken
In the grand scheme of things it can't be.
New born, Awe, Shock
A father gawks on in bewild..
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Built a house of wood, a wildfire burned it to the ground.
Built a house of sand, a wave washed it to the sea.
Built a house of straw, a great wind ..
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Seduce me with your silken hand
Call out the fire that is this man
Touch me, tease me, tickle me
Set trembling my burning skin
Hold me, have..
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Alone I stand in crowded room, with dick in hand I go to gloom.
I feel the rush just at the tip, I feel the release with every drip.
I stand and ..
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I was sleep deprived when I wrote this piece, as I am when I do most of my writing.
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For some reason or another I feel I must explain this piece. When I was a kid I believed but I was lied to so I don't anymore. Thought I was gonna get..
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