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The same results there's always been:
It's all been mixed before.
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They drag the bodies through the street
It never helps to hide...
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A scandal! Yes, you wanna hear?
She's found another man...
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I overheard this little thought,
(Narrators often do)....
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"Testing fluid thirty one",
Some blood is on her coat...
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Of all my poorly written
Free verse poems...
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At this point, she's not aware,
She's in a sniper's scope...
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The weather man was always smart,
He chose the perfect skill...
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The ghosts, they keep me sane at night.
The cold and restless dead.
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I saw it move, behind my eye,
Inside the pupil's wall...
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Tell me, what's the purpose for,
A camel oil painted door?
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We have made a kind of God,
In our computer screen...
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Coordinated patterned dance.
A beat, a pulse, a flow....
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It's time to tap your evil side,
where all the good things are...
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A week ago, they came to feed,
Driven by a primal need...
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There's a place where you can go,
Where time will never be....
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Waking in a clotting pool,
Blood instead of pillow drool.....
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There's comfort in a life so small,
With edges set so well.....
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It's time to let your instincts soar,
And plummet as you climb....
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Every dollar ever made,
In such a tiny stack....
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A summit, on a mountain high, / Where many climb, and many die. / A challenge placed upon the land, / Where all the heroes come to stand. /
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Make truth from all your favorite lies.
Lost beneath our orange ties...
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Months and months, it is a dream
Love built up on whipping cream...
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The needle teems, with purple dreams He jams it in his throat...
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He thinks her out, from head to toe,
From how he wants her hair to flow,
To how he wants her lipstick lips...
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Tattoos are but purchased scars...
And lost amongst the pubs and bars
You'll find a run down tatoo place
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It's short, no preview would do But *gasp* it's in free verse! No rhymes!
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This one is a tender tale With sexy bits, in some detail...
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He leads her to a soundproof box And shuts it tight with iron locks....
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Draw a stickman with your pen
Change your colored ink and then...
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Everybody knows a girl Who always wears a smile...
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What happens when the stars start to disappear...
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Staring at the wooden ceiling
There's that odd and nagging feeling
That something odd is watching me
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The gorgeous shining pair-o-dice
All's free, for a tiny price...
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Behind the lines, the shaking spines Of countless living men They'd have to fight, all day and night
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