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How funnyThat each time it beginsAfraid,In need of coaxing.One foot dippedInto murky waters.A setting sunDripping along a half-bloomed garden.Love sho..
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Written at a bittersweet time
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Perhaps we've grown jaded,
While our ambitions turn green
From the blue light comfort of the screen.
Perhaps all I want now
Is pink, white, and..
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It was fine,The three hour movie I watched with no one.That's all I can sum it up to these days:It was fine.And the part whereShe ripped out her liver..
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Good WorkIt's a simple strife.To lose,To love,To move.Walking from a dark nightTo a warm-lit room.The slate wiped clean,With no warning.Only choosing ..
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THE GARDENI have grown a tender heartFor the the scars I swore were bleeding.Yet, last time I checked,Nothing seeped through my sleeveOnly a small rai..
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