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layer upon layer of ravaged skin
is sewn together, pulled apart.
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Hideous, tragic, joyful
Beautiful in every single cut-throat way -
For you, for us,
I made this choice because I love you. -
Bleed. Let me bleed,
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I live in a world of candy hearts. A world within my walls of sugar
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I struggle with even breathing
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If every individual is uniquely different, then how can we claim to have the standard of "normal"?by Forest Eyes 0 lines, on Aug 2 10:16 PM 2007
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Pink inspired candied lemons / bob down the stream / where sugared lollies adorn trees. / A place where clouds are / ever changing color, /
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From smooth metal, / or feathered bone, / it flows / rhythmically, sporadic. / Spreading, / staining tendrils; / seeping through / nature tby Forest Eyes 19 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 27 12:13 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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Time is standing still / Running round in circles / Marching us off to death / Leading us into life / Time is living memory / Salt cloaked tears / Drops of golden sun / Grains of sand /by Forest Eyes 14 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 7 3:34 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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Looking out my window through the glass, / beyond the unkept yard, dotted by stones, / overgrown with weeds, and wild little flowers, / the woods stand tall and proud. / In the dawn of spring the forest lie
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Immortal heavenly beings, barring sliver fangs, / reeking of foul-mouthed threats, smothered / by a choking aura composed of death. / Beaut
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The weeping willows are calling, / as my cries reach out to you. / The tall oak's roots are binding, / forcing the free sparrow grounded. / With a spirit meant to soar, / To explore harmony within m
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You remember, right? / The little girl up the street, / knee length cotton blue dress / with daisies at the bottom. / Remember her? / She tby Forest Eyes 80 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 28 2:28 AM 2007. In Dark
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A serene calm spreading to my my bones, / warming a frozen soul; lighting a blackened heart. / The wind playing with my hair; / whispering
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They are my watchers, my keepers, / As if I'm some feral beast they must look after. / Their piercing eyes bore holes into my head as I run
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Let the sky darken, as day it turned to night. / With bolts of heat to warm the earth, to give off light. / Let drum of thunder become the
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