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is what i have in me, today, i won't look over my shoulder,afraid of your shadow,i am trying to love the darkness,how else, but by shedding light,it's..
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if i were your heaven, and love is the space,below it, that keeps mealmost close to you,then i'd rather be love itselfto suffer with you is almost hea..
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the tears in your eyes,you've forgotten the reasonof your grief, did you knowthat she was only a child,when you slipped out of mind,out of reach, a lo..
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once, about love, now far away,they meet again, over sorrow,over every pain, they think againof each other, in a new light,another day goes without th..
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i used to love you, but then,i used to love the rain, the cold,to chase away the nothingness,the plague of restless dreams,in your sleep, now i barely..
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where there was an ampersand,place a question mark on the space,between us, answer me in bold lines,red hints, with an open parentheticaluncertainty a..
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for all people, who feel ashamed of who they are
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metaphors, a poem, a songi write them all, heart in hand,a poet's scowl, always nearthe reader's face, become one, a lowly maiden, a tearful peasant, ..
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i pick you, the way i pickthe same stone in a spring-circle,without knowing, it is the samei tapped and whispered your name to,in a low, bluesy tone o..
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i wear the blue end of the sky,a small wisp of a cloud, over here -whistling red tunes to purple jazz,i am no busker on the streets,more of a journey-..
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