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You look up; and there's no one there, there never was;
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We are beautiful.
A spinning fire,
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You went to him,
like a sacrificial ram
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Under sleep, you breathe
quiet, like a day in March,
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I want to fill a balloon
with my breath
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Did the wasted mutt see the steel that slew him?
Was he once a Christmas present,
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Tick, tick, ticks the watch
at the end of the arm
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Out on the brink there was a straw dog,
ate yellow dirt.
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blank slates careening hit hard hearts and demolition.
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I trampled, weary, through the dirty snow,
Where sticks and unknown things exposed their heads,
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by endofgame123
17 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 23 3:09 PM 2008
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by endofgame123
10 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 19 12:30 AM 2008
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by endofgame123
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 17 10:36 PM 2008
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It's a strange run we've been on, here. This is where we've been living on our hearts for years.
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There are a thousand different people in a thousand countries
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She stopped a moment to carve it in the sand;
I paused, a pace away, to watch from cornered eye.
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There will be no peace in Israel
because there are always more bombs
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by endofgame123
8 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 18 12:15 AM 2008
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by endofgame123
19 lines, 14 comments,
on Jul 15 11:58 PM 2008
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Take out your pain
and put it on my tongue
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