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I would stick my handsInto the Venus-fly-trap,That you kept in your hallway,Just to see what it felt like.I would taste marmiteFrom your spoon,Pressed..
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While I glance across the roadYou're there looking boredIt's me your walking toward,Tell me something you've adored,And I'll tell you something that I..
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It is 10 am,My curtains are drawn,Blinds shut,All light shut outWe fell apart,I am falling apart,But everything will,Given time,Even the Mona LisaIs f..
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These hands on the clockWould want to get a grip on you andBreak you down,Jealous ideas have frozen your faceInto piercing eyes,death stare and frown...
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How sweet the soundHow smooth the tasteHow soft the touchWhen we touchWe can't touch enoughSo desperate for youHave you got a clue yet?Wonder if you k..
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Suddenly you became beautiful artMysteriously alluringI wait for youLike an insectIn this wild-wood forestThis could be blamelessly perfect,Explosivel..
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The sunlight is becoming more of a stranger everyday now,Talking away the innocence of summer with it,Drowned in moon's light andFrosted flashlights s..
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