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Dark, dank, dangerous, down down down in these levels.
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I am but the hidden blood beast,
awaiting for my facade to fade, to weaken,
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Somedays I'm the Queen of Hearts others, I'm the little late hare.
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Its poison out of a macabre fiction,
the kind that leaves you sputtering into madness.
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They say ya gotta wait for love kid,
but I'm a' tellin' ya,
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Thoughts are whist-less and colorful, fall leaves
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Sheets are empty of motion, cold, having never held heat.
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I want to be open painted like a sunrise
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You bloom into a being beyond Artemis, beyond the confines of femininity.
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With all my womanly graces I was given, the goddess couldn't charm a reaction out of you,
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A strawberry so over encumbered,
with lush red fresh, bursting at the seams,
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Its only the type of opium I want to,
create and call mine.
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The golden ticket to the underworld is lost, those gates to the city's underbelly are closing.
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Sinking into a nightmarish state,
depression, pulling you under,
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You may watch but Do. Not. Eat.
Licking sweet sap from greedy little fingers
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I'm sick as a red river, lazy and drifting in deadly monotony,
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Nervious lies,
trickle down my skin,
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I came into being, Fashioned, after the swift hare.
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It’s more important than, Riding bones,
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You gaze at me I peer at you
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Praise be for complicated questions and answers. Complicated, as the metaphors,
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Adulthood is thrust my direction.
It is without instructions.
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My class,
thankfully unpunished,
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The soldiers know their duty,
but those who stay behind do not.
by Flo Varekai
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 23 9:37 PM 2008
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My boy is a monkey in a cage,
forced to dance before the courts,
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They are the world's fan blades,
carrying souls and lives of soldiers.
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The days are growing shorter.
A time is coming closer.
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It's a leaf on the wind,
watch it soar, up and down.
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Its the hardest part of numb thoughts,
I know you are not coming back.
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I fail, to make beauty, appear.
My thoughts are a child lost to mother mind.
by Flo Varekai
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 5 5:12 PM 2007
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God only knows why I'm here,
adding words to a page once bare.
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my hermano, my friend, my packmate.
All for you, I'd fight.
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Tightening straps over the infected area.
A light shining it’s very brightest,
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A candle burning upon the church alter.
Remember those who have fall from us.
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Majesty has tipped the glass. / Ink has spilled upon the table. / Glinting as a black star, dripping, / upon the beaten floor beneath white
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