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They say time Heals all wounds But my pox and scars Mar me with age It was beauty Whom marked me With the wisdom of Each passing day Pro..

small feet

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Isn't that what's the title for?!

Windy days leave Dancing leaves, But somemtimes Broken levees And flooded streets Drowning men and Scattered dreams, But I miss the windy day..

I line the bulbous crowd To catch a glimpse (of death) For nothing entertains Quite like a wreck The derailed, Decapitated, damned And the de..

about walls! i hate those dreadful things

...this one, i'm really confused about...so yea

it's about talking...kinda ironic, right?!