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You've got a bit of pain painted on your face.
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They never fall too far from the tree, yet they always seem so much different than we expect...
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Brightly lit red lights of the post outside the termite infested window frame,The laced white curtains can be seen dancing with the November breeze. Y..
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She lies on her armred with bloodSo fresh, so brightno pulse in sight.She lies on her armeyes shut tightSo cold, so whitenot a bit of a fight.She lies..
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Flittering hands,restless movements,and whispers of secretspassing through the air.Forgive me,I recall asking,blinking more than onceas I revive mysel..
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Those restless nightsThat led to that itchIn which I held to my heartCaused the itch to growInto a rashThe rash that led meTo those restless nights
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She often listens to the wind sing under the blue clear sky with her book bag on one side and a blank parchment on the other.
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I lived in a houseWhere my heart got hurt.I had an old door.I built the wise houseFor my naive heart.I kept the old door from before.I built the exper..
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He lived.He lived a life of pure misunderstandings,Without a shadow of a doubt,That life meant more than he thought.He skipped through towns,Passed th..
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