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I walked along the terrace and let my thoughts
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The city lights have burned down to a distant glow.
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Oh the best suited of the tales, four, Would have to be the Wife of Bath’s (the “whore”).
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by Cossack
25 lines,
on Nov 28 8:03 PM 2006
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the monsters are all missing
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recorded in black and white
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It used to be much cheaper
to clean up this mess.
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Stars strewn across the black pond, shining,
Your eyes locked on mine, confiding,
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Graceless birds float along,
Singing their sweet mournful songs.
by Cossack
34 lines, 1 comment,
on May 1 7:39 PM 2006. In Other
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no one can know how you feel so speak.
let the passion flow across your lips,
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intoxication, inebration
repetition and succession
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All my problems form a puzzle,
And now I see the pieces clearly.
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This day is not worth living for anymore.
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As I stepped into the ice bath that I had just made, I looked at my body,
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but I know that you will never believe it
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The earthquakes are her moans of pleasure.
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Still the people wished
That there would be sunlight
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before i left before i go
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The Gos of high
make no exceptoin for their fake followers
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to hell and back again
by Cossack
11 lines, 1 comment,
on May 11 5:06 PM 2004. In Other
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