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Sticks and stones did break my bones, and words did hurt me
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I watched you from afar.
Your Old.
Life shows on your face.
Your walk is hesitant.
What happened to that peacock strut.
No more f**k you attitude..
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Terror is the worst tyranny for us to suffer. However close to that would be the intentional violation of the truth to sefishly satisfy the needs of a..
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Afternoon delight, moving towards a climax that will be more exhilarating than anything thats ever happened before.
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Sure you hear snide remarks about this, that, and the other, a person is not what they used to be, or a place is not what it was, mostly words that bl..
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The threat of imminent danger, hidden by the night is banished by the light of day. The subconcious, which is deeply buried in our normal lives someti..
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I have sometimes wondered if the emancipation of the neurotic, and the obsessive, would create an atmosphere more in keeping with todays lifestyles. T..
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It is strangely ironic, how certain people can send one into a cynical, creative shell.
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