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In fields of sun rays,
Under crisp gusts,by Bohemian Complex 14 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 18 5:32 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Humor, Life, Nature, Thoughts, Weird -
Set in his face,
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Past the eyes of steel, there rest your April-Sky Eyes. / Beneath the lips of poison, the sweet taste of vanilla lingers. / Under your rage-thinned face, there's someone dying to be loved. / Just beneath the surface, r
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There’s a house at the end of a street with no bend, / And it leans slightly to the right. / Worn to the dry wall, / Since it’s in for the
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