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A raining world, is a black srtipe.
On a gray day. The colers that lay inside it wont be seen. -
Breathing in the open flames, they linger in my burning throat.
The tears that seem to wash it all away only brake me further more. -
Come back to me, my heart is braking.
I hit the floor, their hands come and take me. -
I touch the edges of reality
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What do you want for Christmas
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There are things that one should not know for the fate and fortune of others
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metaphorical broken kaleidoscopeby AshtrayBaby 45 lines, on Aug 22 1:07 AM 2007. In Abstract.
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absolute sweeping
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Oy! Yer snappin' sailer yeh come to ye end, / to ze end of ze road, with no time to mend. / Capricious person of no tentative nature, / yer
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Darling you look better when your asleep,
Don't thin khe can't see all the things you pretend to be,by Cheese-please-louise 43 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 18 3:02 PM 2007. In my own style, lost in thought, longing, beat, freewrite, abstract.
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