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There is ablizzard of snow,it forms white clusters outside my door,it builds up, higher, and higher,like a wall from me to you,but inside, there is a ..
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I sit, huddled, knees to my chest and my chin down,by dawn my smile returns,by night, my smile becomes a crescent,corners pointed down,I go on, live l..
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Stumbling, crumbling,down,down,down,to my knees,arrow pierced,just not to the heart,no, more vital,more corrupted than that wicked smile,My hand grips..
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There's a pounding in my chest, but there is no rhythm to the beat,there is no passion in the drums,no fire ignited in these veins,want to feel someth..
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Remember the time when wesnuck away,when our dreams were huge and hopes defiant,whenthe world revolved around us, just us,and we slept under the stars..
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Shut the door,turn off the lights,close the shutters,dream tonight,lilacs and tulips,beautiful and delicate,withering in the harsh hands ofman,flouris..
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There had been a deafening silence,still and stagnant air,heavy fumes circling my lungs,then sunrise came...it was the brightest morning,the most beau..
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It was silent except for the constant whispers,they weren't malignant,nor were they shy or vicious,but comforting and encouraging,always a gentle push..
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She was the perfect student, the perfect daughter. She had luscious black hair that fell to mid-waist, and tantalizing diamond blue eyes. She was a st..
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Deep within lies mischievous cries,a pumping heart, cracked like the pavements we stand on,wearing a snow white dress,hands crossed,eyes closed,glimme..
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