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In a complex metal box I steer notthe roads but my thoughts,A conditioned cold stings my faceand my wet cheeks are blown dry.Dry, I think I’ve b..
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The sour taste down my gulletreflects the confusion thats mine, mylearning bod within are knots fromyour works so unkindTo me, when then, I hadn&rsquo..
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Past dreams prod close, in a proud strut on the fencebetween then and the now, a cruel play, a sneer. They say be a child, and a child I amI’m t..
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I sit in a paper box,starkand straight up.My body cackleswith my thoughtsand tall aspirations.Too many to stay still,flames almost licking the lid abo..
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Your gentle hands dressed in affectiontenderly cups my cheeks,Dark eyes telling me wonderous stories thatyour inspired feelings have woven.I am a chil..
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