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I don’t know if I’m more of a hypocrite or a liar,saying those things and convincing people of it,though I heartily mean it, repeat it, fe..
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This is the magic bottle you used to forget his name,mix it with diet coke in that broken yellow tumbler.Sip it, swallow it, and feel it in your veins..
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I’ve encountered six demons in my head on the way out of bed.They’ve pulled me in, all limbs, telling me where I should have been,and I to..
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Angel, like a light and a guideAbove my head when the night is but darkAnd quiet. Thoughts rage in my head and tells me things.Away I further myself f..
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And so now, that soft spot feels like stone.You were in shambles,four months or so ago.And there I was, some kind of hero.But you were the bittersweet..
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Closure is the cypress, the steel, the almond finishThat finishes me and finishes you, that sends us into ruins.It lays peacefully at the end of a red..
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Some vicious hips, a soporific sin.Hands gliding like ice over my skin.Close your eyes, open your heart,waste a night, morning’s far.My heart&rs..
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A first love lost and gone kind of feel, written time ago.
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