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Why did you hold me with such scorn,
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Through trenches of suspicion, twilight darkness the path of
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Liquor slithers like molasses, weighed down with such evil intent. Alcohol is a voyeur to the highest degree, waiting for the weekends to commence it's ugliest battles, for entertainment. It's morals have expired while it's c
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There is a gentle whistle in the breezes over this plotted land. Admist the sea of marble slabs with names, there is only one that
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The all - night taco stand simmers in the
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Her mind stands shelved on toothpicks, for it is
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The moon pierces my open wondering.
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Nervousness fills every gland,
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(The awards ceremony was witty and brisk like the taste of lemonade upon a thirsty tongue. As the award for Best Documentary was announced, the director and main subject arrived to receive it. After the director gave his than
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Spring flowed through crimson time
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He arose on the beach, a mere naked soul.
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For decades I've been writing. Your age when you?
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Friday - Money's gently simmering in zealous hands. The world walks a little faster this afternoon, treading like natural born Marines. Quick pit stop at home before a mild (or wild) excursion into the night.
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Murky, lustful river, hawking your secrets
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Darkness prevailing over the day, it's atmosphere swallows me whole.
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Two rows away across a sea of faces, he sat.
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I can't bear to see the flag,
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A young girl, whose hair swayed in
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A young girl, whose hair swayed in
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YOU ARE ABOUT AS INTERESTING AS LEAKING BATTERIES, YOUR FACE RESEMBLING THE ACID THAT FLOWS FROM IT.
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The perfect summer day would be eternal,
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The crimson dawn achingly
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I. The countless dirt roads, cracked beyond recognition are your ancient skin. Having seeped through the cracks lies the blood of your people - slaves, Indians, revolutionaries. The pictures show them, sitting or standing pro
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1. Movies at the theater.....movies at pay per view.
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In a few seconds, I saw the many years of my Grandfather's
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In stormy weather, the wind cries unto the darkness and through the hallowed night. It travels to forlorn souls, becoming the whisper of a former loved one. Consoling them with an onslaught of memories and a warming of the he
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Under a midnight sky, where romance
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They mindlessly roam in the mist of Lust's
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Time holds the sky dearly under a crescent moon. In the midst of conjured well-being.
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Her fingers tremble beneath anticipation's breath
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