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Dig Ponary is a observant Junior in Oregon at her best years. Clung to the word 'Infinite' and a websurfing addiction, she finds herself between ozone..
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I cannot be blind to the things I've seen.And the road is rough,and the road is mean.If you hold my hand maybe you can breathe,I will calm your fears,..
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Here I amonce againfound you in my skin and you're breathing out.Here I amand you saidit would all be fine, but I'm full of doubt.You weren't there, s..
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Dried up sun, come back again!And give water back to impoverish grounds.Lands have dried so no life may cling,to a golden provisions fare of shriveled..
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I'm merely a corpse of a living log..,
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'I know how you feel.' Pretty rough way to start, but I do. In fact, everyone does..or at least everyone over 12 and some people of/below. Anyhow I k..
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In space we seem weightless..,
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Searching for an answer
You don't want an answer
You want a term...,
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These hands are not my hands,
These lips are not my lips..,
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you give a cold shoulder to tears and pain,...
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