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Obvious connections blare opinions
in a whiny simplistic voice
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Separate the divining grace
man fluttering faintly
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Two days together but parting one night
the souls of beloved in unearned flight
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Two days together but parting one night
the souls of beloved in unearned flight
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There is no reason, no preconceived plan
the brilliance abounds, a blinded man.
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Much can be said in gasping breaths, but mine are shallow and slow.
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With frigid fingers words fill pages A thumb is rested at the head of the pen
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All sights and sounds of you are what I once drank. The thought of your finger tips made me tingle.
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Those who hold that special position are divine. They gesticulate our destiny,
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The face in the image is cracked with age, faded from dancing on a crowded stage.
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The girl can't find the words
that should be her profound statement
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Sunflowers bow their heads on Saturdays
The face of the sun wears on them
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I hold flame in my left hand
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Your eyes are all clouded,
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how difficult is it to hear another sing your song?
does it hurt deeply, or is there numb hatred.
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"This is getting heavy," said Maximus as he shook the change taped inside the "Max go to Branson Fund" collection tin.
"yeah"
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Alone among hundreds
steady rhythm
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These sterile halls are bathed with blood
white corpses gently lying
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So much before on this page written
Only to be cursed and swiftly erased,
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i have no one to share my laughter with
no eyes to see my triumphs
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The dripping faucet keeps time.
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Reflection on the table tops
Van Gogh on the walls
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fill my soul
wake me in the dark
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Hope is here
a lingering shadow of what was
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You live in a world of darkness
you breath the air that could free my lungs
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For an eternity, it seems, i have stood here
always at your side
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Here i sit
a friend to the left,
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your silent screams are deafening
my tears cannot save you as you lay convulsing in my arms
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We have reached the brink
We stand teetering on the edge
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the field is empty
those who see light or color
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a storm is brewing
the space is small
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look the other way
ignore the rubbish
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my heaven is my hell
my dreams my reality
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My companion-turned-enemy.
my world tilted to the right
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