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Push, Shove..... It doesn't work You call me love, But you treat me like a stranger, You say i am your light But you don't want me..

A lunatic's end

He is always around the corner Riding on his rickety old bicycle His back; bent from age Of life well spent in service Always trimming..

Tell me a secret, whisper in my ear Stay close to me and wipe away my tears Love me each day And treasure me all the way With you, am real..

Finally, The darlings of society We can’t conform to the ways of the has beens We are seen as different but we are the core ..

Seen his face But I couldn’t place Where or when, he suddenly appeared He is like a mirage on still waters A dream faraway but still..

Pale and beautiful like of a visionHer skin as smooth as silkHer eyes; big, deep and sadHer cupid bow’s mouth draws me inCaptivates and haunts m..

A killer who was scarred from childhood

about a witch

Time's healing power