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Cry...Months of agony,prayers in anarchydefines blasphemyof a dreamt sweet baby.Months of emptinessdraw tears of hopelessnessof mother's cling to holi..
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Slimes...they fog the bottle...to capture worms keptfor sulk desires....keeping their agony.Yet locked and never opened...Worms of the Earth,never had..
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See the parterre of zephyrtickles the rose cheeksof blissful skies...every petal smiles,and cherish the laughthat tangled my heart.Feathers they draw ..
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Sorry...I ran out of words to say...My lips have been sewed to playimpalements of threads they play,drawing me wordless as may.Sorry...I ran out of im..
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Tickets sold for rides,but seats were taken by them...It's fully loaded..never tried to ride sweetness,,Coaster stops, but ...never tried.
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I saw my pen...I saw it dancing,on a paper made for writing,I don't think I still have to writefor my pen is dancing tonight.I saw it dancing in winte..
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A toy it is,keeping fragile and stillbut rendersa strange stare,a statement of terror...you never knowit's alive or notbut for sure, it's friendlyto c..
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Trees do cry,their leaves are fallingfor the day you die,your name I'm calling.Chainsaw and ax cut themmade to logs andfurniture with taxfor better us..
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no offense, it's kinda blasphemous
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For times of trouble I get into,Underground was inviting, tempting,Caressing my loneliness with valor,Killing those numbskulls with pleasure.You are t..
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