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The minute hand of the clock moves slowly. The moonlight streams into the window,
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when your views of language change when things make more sense
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They open up their evidence that never goes unshunned
It speaks of things we cannot know but witness being stunned.
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the stamp on my hand can hold all emotion
thoughtless words dripping like poisoness potion
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I've applied a label of importance
a closeness of a bond
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as anger consumes me
hate filled thoughts
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pretending to feel
pretending to live
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do they play in my mind
powerful sources
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there he is again
what silly child am I?
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unread book
locked on the floor
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into the depths
dark and unseen
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confused
wondering a purpose
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Kill me... or kill my spirit?
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blunt humanity
speaks its mind
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end falsity
end comformity
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When reality and dreams collide... a joint poem.
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dead bodies
piled on the ground
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Medial conformists...GAH!!
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Will I dream tonight?
I hope to see him there
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Flame stealers candle dies
both blind in darkness
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We weren't worthy
of His hanging on the cross
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Long periods of time are gone in the blink of an eye.
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Crimson from flesh
Flowing so freely
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Empty room
Soundless, without smell
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Excited and anxious
Nervous and scared
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Help! I can't understand it...
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