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there is loneliness on the moon,about the way moonlight comes down,your way, the way your mind thinks of him, if ever you thinkof him, up there in the..
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there is loneliness,among these sheets,than it cares to tell,its telling has been answered,in deep breaths and silencethere is depth,in its emptiness,..
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no one on these streets,that i could look at,and see the sunset with,more possibly, to talk toabout everything, especiallyabout nothing, since time be..
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some people think artists/writers are a weird bunch, this is for you and me
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for Mandy/KLGoode - i wish you love and peace, my friend
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this is for my friend jason, who loves horses - eve, here, is the name of his horse
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i can't play the piano to save my life, but it is my favorite musical instrument
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i see our child in every lineof your poetry, i never reada word, never think with my mouth,never talk in epic speech,unless i have seen some skin,some..
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i love myself, when i am kind/real,as i love the rain, after the sunhas warmed me enough to burnand glow with fervor, enough to last until dawn,i keep..
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rumors on 48th street saynothing about you, nothing that says the truth to me,didn't say somethingabout the day you foundyou still have it in you,the ..
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