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Why do we dream? Is it to remember our sorrows of the past? To relive our regrets and tear at our past selves? To set out and search for those memorie..
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It seems they've won, my friends...and I've lost.
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What ifGod was a side effectof a lone figurespread out on soft green grasssmelling the fragrance of willowy flowers in the airhearing the tinkling of ..
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The space is a blur ofdark red, brown, and greenovergrown masses of vinessharp blades of grass and weedsrose gardens filled with thornsand I'm the bit..
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Sometime ago she existed,trailing length of sky blue silkmilky pearls and jasmine flowerstwinkling wrinkles around starry eyes,as she humbly gazed up ..
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I cry because I knowI am lostand all alone inthe world, my tearsarenotemeraldblue or silkyskies but endless rivers oftrailing ink andbitter bloodbecau..
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Glancing over your shoulderyou watch me go aboutwith an upside down frownand white washed handsa tear stained inner soul,although no one may ever know..
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Time pours fluidly from the clock,it flies out the windowhovers over my facemocking, nourishing thefrantic fleeting momentsanxiety, pain, half witted ..
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To those who mean wellbut fade among the darkness,hopelessly handing out lightstranded in a sea of empty wishesI know you all mean wellbut I wish you'..
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We are wise beyondour years, strands oftime woven in our eyescapable of seeing thedim, far out casting lightwe can see beyond theusual smiles full of ..
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