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a pang of longing crosses her eyes. he cannot see it, he is blind.
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She could care less about the golden rule of streets. Stop. Look. And listen.
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[sin]dicated television dreams blur the thoughts
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prompt: golden lace and crooked scissors
& lust.
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Where is the hatred? When someone hurts you, you're supposed to be irate.
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The vivid prophecies of Venus heal and survive the ages.
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It's coming for us, the years passing in brutal silence.
the gleam, the flash; it crahes down upon us all.
by TChaplinette
24 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 18 4:53 AM 2008
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It would have been nice, if he had treated it like a high school relationship,
one that obviously wouldn't last.
by TChaplinette
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 29 12:29 AM 2008
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by TChaplinette
19 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 25 6:36 PM 2008
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your smile is intoxicating. in actuallity, an understatement.
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I can't believe that I actually thought she could be trusted. Sure enough, the next day I was bearing my soul to people who could barely understand me.
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by TChaplinette
21 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 13 2:46 AM 2008
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by TChaplinette
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 29 7:43 AM 2008
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You changed the tide just to make me smile, and all I could do was glow.
My insides turned to liquid gold.
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about a different him. a better him.
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random. but heart-felt. "]
by TChaplinette
29 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 23 11:35 AM 2008
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I was your tool.
My internal juices flowed onto a sea of white, the elixer forming your thoughts into words.
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august; hot as hell...sins devour souls.
strangers meet in aleys, fate of melted gold.
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The harshness of the world awaits every day, I can feel it even before I wake up.
The green of the trees, nature....my second home, is no match for this cold dark world.
by TChaplinette
10 lines, 3 comments,
on May 10 11:35 AM 2008
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You planned on asphyxiating me, your benign gentle hands speak only with gestures.
The epilogue of my ordinary love for you was simple; that zealous scream, those universal tears...the harsh gleam of blood, my ripe red
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I look in the mirror and I see me.
Horrible, disgusting, fat me.
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My journey starts now.
As I walk into the unknown, I look back.
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Red-gold magma spews from your eyes,
it seems to heal like nothing else can.
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Night;
friend to all creatures who adore it.
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city of dreams.
mine, yours, hers, his.
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Precision is one of many beauties.
Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.
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this is about my bestie, Katie.
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His life now complete
or as near as he'd like it.
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