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Lily had never been so wet for so long. The winds had never stopped blowing, and the water had been crashing on her tiny isle all afternoon. Her skin was pruny and constantly covered in water droplets sliding like penguins de
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Little Lego world How beautiful and vibrant
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The first time ever Her naked skin felt the air
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A blanket of rough blue wool Scratches and thinly covers wounds
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The doom and gloom,
Of your hollow room,
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The twinkling lights of civilization Sitting staunchly on the horizon
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a slanted view of the window pane covered in clear beads of rain
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a plain white t-shirt splattered sitting on equally colorful blue jeans, tattered
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My little red radio
Plays my thoughts all day
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A choreographed night in bed
Tossing and turning until the sheet
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wet autumn leaves strewn about
suffocating the earth and
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Lost somewhere in the dull
Hand drawn lines of a cartoon re-run
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Stretching and breaking out of the ground
Opening into the most beautiful shades
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In these years, I have seen nothing
So clear like an hour class full of crystals in the sun
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If irises can be fireworks / Then yours are the most bright and loud / Sending stinging bellows / Into my heart and into the clouds / And then of course / I'd let you lean your head on me / Does that scent of
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As Summer turns into the climate / (and not just idea or regret) / The longevity of the rest of our lives / Is boldened to a point of exhau
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Like a skeleton's bones / Laid out before me on the floor / One, two, three, four / The components of your insides / Hidden; estranged; hermitage / These are all that I know / One, two, three, four tiny bones
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This umbrella blocks fleeting glances like rain / One, Two, Three...BLAST OFF! / Taking aim at those beautiful / And piteous. Like flying a
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Like an acid / Neutralizing with a base / A steady cloud of fumes / Burning my esophagus / And at once / The catalysts; the driving forces;
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Sort of a picture of a person who is alone, but optimistic, because now he has nothing to lose.
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War isn't over, contrary to Lennon's song, And the winter chill just seems too angry and long,
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