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Promoting Fine Arts The Ashcan School of American Art was founded by Robert Henri.
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the sun is not setting
the moon failed to rise
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Layers of make up cover the truth
a past that most don't see
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One could ask God why you had to leave.
But i doubt God even knows.
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parched and alone it cracks:
failing to beat...
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scratching at the peeling paint
alone i watch my life erase
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With a smile you melted my heart
With a spoken word you lifted my spirit.
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If I had one wish
I would wish to be with you
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something is lost
that I thought could be recovered
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The cheesiest poem i have ever written for a friend...
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Looking back, and gazing at the mess you left behind
I see your face, scattered in the lost moments of time.
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Gentle kisses, deeper breaths
holding hands and wiping sweat.
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Reaching out feeling nothing
tightened grip holding air
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Snapshots of the full length feature
Capture and freeze the moment in time
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With the differences between us
and the hardship behind us,
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Im tried to prentd eveything was okay.
I kept a smile on my face so you wouldnt know
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I stumbled upon a few questions today.
And found that things weren't quite clear.
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I know i haven't written,
and you may think that I'm dead,
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an angel who is lost in a rainbow
could never find her way out of the colour blue
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Puncturing wholes in her paper thin life…
Fringing the edges with ominous blades
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I was born in a world of color
Rides, cotton candy, and smiles
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the undeniable pain
stretched through my vein pumped through my heart
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Gem of glistening colors within arms reach, sealed beneath a glass case. Valuable and precious yet the exact value you will never feel. In your sights you marve
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also written a long time ago when i was in modeling but i once agian just thought hey why not
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hmmm thgis is an intresting poem that i seem to have written a while ago... well thought id post it none the less enjoy
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in spite of everything
breath is still hard to catch
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another cute longer gimmick
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A cute little gimmik...
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i wish this was but a dream not, but a reoccuring night mear
the flikkering glimmers of hope have given way to the darkness of dispare
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I was born in a world of color
Rides, cotton candy, and smiles
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Vultures circle over head
My heart is a dry parched desert
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Crawling on the desert of my soul
I look up
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Standing up I look around me in astonishment
The despair has vanished
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