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i imagine myself in the full moon wishing for a star maybe tomorrow wont be so bright.
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he was tall with a pretty face i can recall the smell of the lust
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shes leaving again you say is it because you failed or because shes gay?
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pale recollections of the frightened webs of deceit. tilted and wilted are the arms of those i greet.
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colorful binges of excess and gratitude marble eyes and wooden wisdom brings forth equality
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countless acts of hypocrisylay awake in her mind virgins and purists count thedays till their hyman ceases to exist
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fan fare meltdown can we start the countdown?
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french accents on substitute teachers angels making fools of us all
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where the dreamers dream and the angels pray i forgive my sins and remember what you say
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infantile madness floors my expectations of love.
i circumscribe my beliefs of magic and illusions.
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gravitate toward the deaf,blind and sullen creatures.
my higher power has been a slave to the grind and has not been seen in my town.
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ubtract words i equal zen.
eyes of plexi glass blue.
heart shaped forgiveness becomes obscured and maladjusted.
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passion and encouragement wont let you win.
i sin.
got any gin?
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pposite action requires beauty of sin and truth.
i believe in opiated pills and syrups.
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blurry mirrors fade away my flaws
i obey your thoughts and break heaven's laws
heart shaped like a gun.
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sassy and sedated
opposite and related.
charmed by the old man.
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the warm ,hot junk pounds in my chest.
my veins and soul are finally at rest.
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coffee stains on broken bones
check out your life story in braille
poisoned food and betrayed lies
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ex-boyfriends and nursery rhymes
erotic lullabies and drug crimes.
poetic carousel rides
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the flick of your lighter
the sound of your trips
poison falls onto bitter lips.
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The soft lines on her face reflect her memories of times untold.
once young always a child
each wrinkle tells a fable of a life lost or b
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crooked teeth and swollen eyes of contempt
are streaming pleasures of the argument i so adore.
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what were you're wishes?
that you would be up doing the dishes
with a broken heart?
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bone tissue,i failed an issue
bare feet on the concrete
cops on horses,men on roofs
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i don't know but i fucked Cobain in my broom closet
with a pick to his vein... he later formed a band with the name meaning bliss...
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Miles and miles of solitude
Wrapped in celaphane to keep from being nude
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thoughts of my obsessive passion for life,death and sanctuary.
beyond anything ever fathomed or believed my beloved will retire to his slu
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nature is drunk with passion for the end..i too welcome the shift of dying beauties and vicious beast that burden my day mares of hope and
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i saw him downtown one night with the flash of fame and fanfare
later i over heard him speaking about past addictions and encounters with
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crayola art
a conditioned heart
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tear wilted ruin
fascist feared coven
heart shaped lovin'
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daylight eyes,nightmare daze
smeared creators,their views in a haze
wild and true
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masters and theives rehash the past
worshiped,rock-gods smitten with excesses
lovers turned green with envy of greed and lust
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big eyes that tortures my soul
revenge and love
obsession and hate
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orgasms and with magic guys
kiss before death
fuck out my last breath
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