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In the beginning we all endWe fall to pieces, break before we bend.In the in-between we all danceThe pieces of our souls all left to chance.And in the..
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Penguins in her ears, penguins in her hair,Penguins on her shelves, penguins everywhere;She danced with a cold beauty, the frosty queen,But loved with..
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On rainy days in Boston, when it's nice in Colorado,I think of her and wonder where she is today,Did she hitchhike to California, or fly out to Chicag..
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All the broken threadsDrifting in the wild west windThat roars and gives chaseTo dying brown leaves,Fallen from rotten weathered trees.All the lost ro..
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The meaning of life... nothing makes sense.
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I based this on the way winter didn't really come this year, so the flowers bloomed a month or so early. Then a random frost came, killing them.
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A poem I wrote a while back, about Moaning Myrtle, a Harry Potter character who gets no respect.
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A poem I wrote a while back... I wrote two others that go with it, but I don't think they're as good. I'll post them on here eventually though.
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*The sad story of a girl named Vendetta*
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'Twas a fatality, a casualty, they said,Collateral damage stained in red,"But she's in a better place today",Met her maker, she's passed away.They say..
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