weaknight
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on the tree tops I'll hang your memoriesA Poem by weaknightOn the tree tops I'll hang your memories each branch will carry that of youthat talked to me when I, tired, had shut earslike the doors of hell. But y.. |
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Free Flow IIA Poem by weaknightout of scheme poem |
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Bring it with the windA Poem by weaknight. |
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Yesterday you were looking at meA Poem by weaknight. |
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Without a wordA Poem by weaknight. |
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I'm not what remains to meA Poem by weaknight. |
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I wil laugh for youA Poem by weaknight. |
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The city sinks in my armsA Poem by weaknight. |
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