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Lyric from Walking on the Moon by The Police
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You greet me, hand extended, unableto pull your eyes above my neck.You're excited--the alcoholI smell lubing the inner workingsof your scattered artis..
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After "Prepare" by Danielle Grace Warren
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I wear white, butit feels like mud;and they cry.Every day,they cryand screamtheir pain,wanting warmthwhen I am cold.There are no coosnor giggles,just ..
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I used to clap my handsfor Jesus--filling my soulwith praise and love--for someone I was sure existed.I took it in--body and blood--soaked up sermon w..
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She types her emotions through letters on a screen that lack sympathy and passion. Fingering a keyboard is easy,passive, direct exchange avoided. You ..
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In the darkest of dark,the baby opens its eyesas the ticking clock stops.The air turns bitter.Outside, guns are silencedas men fall to their knees.Wom..
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