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was intolerable
even for his soul.
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This is the story that should not be told
And it was not told ever
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the floor on which we made love.
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of basic colors
that grey matter harbors
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Uprooted and windswept in the storm you caused
I was aghast and asunder like a sinking boat
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they do spell wonder-low and high
her beatific brown eyes.
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and turned sad
when I was actually not.
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and are long lasting
girls and guys.
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and then
setting them free.
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the star smiled awkward and the night mist melted a way too much.
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blooms are in danger red,with wicked smiles and killer fragrances that are mean.
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it is good that I could see you and know you are well
but you did not even care if I was in heaven or hell.
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you call this life
this is self made strife.
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as they send commands in frenzy
and I collapse.
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he buried in her arms and she in his vowing never to part again
he had found her and she had belonged to him like woman and man.
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that's is really one,
and not a scaffold.
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You are still mine
and will,that way,always stay.
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it lay at depth waiting for the diggers call ,
It's a Topaz !
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let me see and see for good
have you really gone..gone away!
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Never be over with this pasture
prompt is the quote
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I am deep in you and its hard to uproot
you are moving with another and I am all covered in soot.
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