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(song)
by Creatress
58 lines, 8 comments,
on Aug 29 1:39 AM
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Kiss the snake,
and bribe the baker
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The Hunt
to be continued ...
by Creatress
54 lines, 10 comments,
on Jul 7 10:35 PM
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White light in every,
facet of woman
by Creatress
33 lines, 4 comments,
on Jun 26 4:14 AM
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The looking glass is black
And their armies are seething
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Sometimes I wish I
was your flesh
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Jealous seas and,
Bitter oceans
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Where are my knights to fight the Templar?
I am who I am, but you are not what you say you are.
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I'll check you at the palace door
There is no point in lying past this point,
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Boldly going where I haven't gone before
Stripped of my safety boots, my armor
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The Earth quakes,
as I come to own my creamy center
by Creatress
35 lines, 20 comments,
on Apr 25 1:45 AM
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Falling in again
Around the black I have found
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Staring down this blank page
Whatever comes is welcome to wade,
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Guilt has more presence on earth than the loving light of source. Guilt is not consciousness. It is the absence of free expression. It's wh
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Painful part, pardon my dismay
The death process is well on its way
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I'm in here, but do I know her
The one who never knew what she could do
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If no one looks to see,
the endless injustices laid before me...
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Embossed and awakened
Squandered and self forsaken
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It got dark...
when I wasn't looking.
by Creatress
25 lines, 11 comments,
on Mar 13 12:08 AM
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Sun bursts lace my eyes
The tree of life has touched the skies
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Rich in the real
Fertile to feel
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Sucking my yin from under my skin
I shy, shy from the light
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Optical delusions
Dimensional illusions
by Creatress
25 lines, 11 comments,
on Feb 26 10:55 PM
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I am happy right here
Amongst my creation
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Question your thoughts
That glare
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So my soul has splintered into smithereens
Walking my death trail where no one will follow me
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Seething in this human husk,
that veils the bones of eternity,
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Curl me up in a song
With voices I have heard all along
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Constantly living under recognisance
We live in the U.S.
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Curiosity, why do you not commence?
Casually roaming the couloir
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Ecclesiastical country,
intrinsically on its knees
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Look not to the hand that grips you
Hear not of the man singing you to sleep
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Decade after decade of,
lamenting in my jeremiad
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