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They bow before the pedestal
On which the goddess stands.
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Tell me who I am.
Am I the friend who holds your hand?
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Some people say that it feels like an eternity when they are not near their loves, But I can go for months without touching mine and refrain from total torture.
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He comes to me like a stray from a storm, And shivers in the doorway, so forlorn.
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He is the world, and I am the axis he balances on.
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She sees the way he looks at her.
She doesn't know quite what to think.
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I shrivel up slowly
Getting smaller every day.
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I saw the light shine on your face tonight
And I didn't see what I used to see.
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Just as the cutter sees beauty in the knife,
I correlate pain with love in my life.
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I wanted you to stand under my umbrella,
but you walked out into the rain.
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A woman holds onto a man with a loose grip,
Knowing that any moment he might
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Heart tattered.
Emotions splattered
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Tattered, tangled, stripped, and raw,
My heart can take no more.
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I have heard a man apologize for the rough texture of his hands.
Almost in shock, I explain that his skin is smooth enough.
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A plethora of personalities
Jumble up without organization
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He likes me more than Mother.
He watches me at night.
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Long ago in forests deep
A group of witches sat to weep
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A whitewashed silloute
Cowers in a corner
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She stays deep within the forest,
hoping they won't find her there.
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When I was younger I had the naive perception
that true love is finding someone who is your "match".
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You sit beside me, but you're not here;
You're far away with someone else.
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I hoped for you.
I prayed for you.
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This is about an arrogant jerk I know.
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I knew a man who "loved" me.
He said I made him happy.
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Staring at the outstretched sky,
I find myself wondering why
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We make fun of each other at parties.
People might perceive that I can't stand you, and vice versa.
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My family and I live way out in the boondocks.
The city folk stick their noses up when we talk.
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Wake up, the day is calling you.
Walk away from your wasteland.
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Plant me in a box and I will grow to reach the lid.
There you may keep me alive with water and rays of sunshine,
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I built myself a castle in the sand
without the luxury of a steady hand.
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Comatose Beauty
hides away from light.
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My ink is emotion,
and I want to write
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Wild eyes lead down backroads to broken dreams
With disheveled childhoods and tortured screams.
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