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Who are we to say what's right? Consumer driven, rusty pipe
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Where are the women who swoon for their men? I'm like a young roaster who can't find a hen
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Did you ever feel like you needed some body?
Did it feel so good?
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You look hungry but your eyes are still waiting for the right time to come
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Maybe, I should just turn around and face your eyes
my mouth will move but I'll get no replies
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Woe is me for I am not not even in a single thought
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An expression of the unrequited love I felt for the people around me.
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The night was long, black, silken drappery warm and stained
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The music was streaming, steaming hot like lovers in the midst of concetual affair
Her hair wipped crazy through the air
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I saw the ship in the maelstrom, that which dreams are made its sails diped into the whirling, swirling, tedious, fury
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I can't see your skin in the light so fare is your skin, I take flight
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The horrizon was vast out on the sea as we followed fast the siren's plea
for miles we looked from shore to shore, 'till ship could carry
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It's time to charge the ramparts of... ramparts our inhibitions gifted swords of inovation, prolific revelution, all your fertile exhibitions ignored by the population
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To the one who got away, for whom i still care
Like lingering perfume in stale, stagnant air
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I used to know this little pretty woman of mine
She used to tell me that she loved me all of the time
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I wrote this poem at a very low point in my life, a point i'm not completly over with to tell the truth. But reading it again made me almost throw up... it was the shittiest gothic poetry you'd ever hear. You should thank me
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I was filled with great beauty and knowledge as you danced away gracfully Back to the cave in which you dwell, with your brush and canvas
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The jungles were steaming hot, thick with the scent of beasts and birds
Growling and tearing at eachother in an orgy of breath and sound
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Sitting and waiting for the Bells of Speak to wake the sleeping giants, and hand me down glorious flowers fallen from heaven
The bells show me the way, and tells me how to peak
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All the folks ate ashhberry pie
thought it would take them to the sky
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Last night I found my fate, she smiled with her eyes
She said “turn on with me, let’s go to paradise.”
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Gazing over your deep blue wells
I fancy giant clapping bells
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Gazing over your deep blue wells
I Fancy giant clapping bells
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The horrizon... it's beautiful
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The line I walk / The words I talk / they're all about you / Don't dare to hither / you send me aquiver / and may your skys forever be blue / for I wish you well / as I journey towards hell / Take this glanc
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I could write you a sonet with words that sound green
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I watched from afar as he raveged you
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tell me metaphors like a bard / you've never lived? / This will be hard / is there no one who has lived and is still alive?
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Let me in Siren I know my dreams
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I can not say that he is dark / but his eyes are at least / black and deep like those of a shark / they came upon and stole my beast / / swept her up and carried her afar / far enough not to see, though close en
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people from distant lands I've employed...
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What the fuck was that shit?
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