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Matchless, boundless, eternal. Hopeful, faithful, prayerful.
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Will have something up shortly
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Whips and chains, images held
by my filmy milk white eyes.
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Erradically my heart skips a beat
Revolting and quivering as your skin grazes
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The glass sits on the counter perfectly clear and empty.
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Every Sunday in Young Women's
we say our theme,
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The shiftless, cynical twenty
year old man gazed intently
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The brittle breaking of a soul echoes.
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Historians marvel, they've found an ancient computer.
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The poets tattoo marks
my hands and fingers,
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The enchantress weilds her wand of uninsightful, magical luster.
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dried up flowers hold discarded memories.
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My eyes are a dim
faded blue-gray
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deadly
option 13 write about a time you greived
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I stand at the mirror
a comb in hand.
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My life a harrowing tale of failure, a black, dark abyss of emptiness.
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your words eat at me
like the burning of stomach
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nightly gnashing of your teeth
sends a hollow echoing shiver
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dark eyes stare unblinkingly at the darkness swirling around her
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bound together eternally by links of harrowing hatred
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Stop and think for a moment
To remember Him who
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she stood there mystified
as the profound uneven darkness
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my roses sit in a vase
encrusted with dust
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