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What makes my eyes, at times, too blind to see
I don't have the answers, it remains a mystery
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Bloodstained roses tell me lies
I can see feel your hungry eyes
by Avinacode101
3 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 12 10:04 PM 2008. In Blood, Love, Lies, Deception, Rape, Dark, Rose, Lust, Unhappy, Birthday
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This ground has frozen over
And the beating of these
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The dice
falls into older hands
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Have you ever
scribbled on someone's world
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The girl with the golden wings,
Shining bright in the darkness,
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Why won't you treat me dignity?
Talk to me the same way you want me to.
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Jaded fear
creeping through the breath of night;
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[Chorus:]
Summoner! Summoner!
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I swear, if you don't stop taunting me' / I will come back and haunt you, / forever. / I will never set you free! / Your goose will be cooked' / in nothing flat, / and you can count on that! / So you had be
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fool's gold is always old / when it grins at you inside / for it takes a while to get ahold / of your attitude, taken for a ride /
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I walk softly upon the earth / with a disguised smile. / Tender footed, creating sin / within the shadows of the night. / Indulging men with lustful desires / forgetting their harsh decisions; / in life and
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Ignore the sight / of my hand as it shakes. / Ignore the sound / of my heart as it breaks. / Ignore the tears / coursing down my cheeks. /
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Did I see into your eyes today / As clouds parted with a ray for us? / Will the rains pour ceaselessly till we dissolve as one / And the wind whistle with every caress? / Will the moon hide her face to conceal he
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Love Burns at the Heart
Which spurned be of the
Witch which itch to twitch switch.
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Self service dissimulate smorgasbord / Awaiting from the lord, glacial ice, / None will pay for, serve a truffle trice gored / Self service / Beneath the oak tree autumn leaves fall
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kidnapping. is an art. / like lock picking. like pickpocketing. / like murder. / an art which requires stealth / and a lack of morals. / to kidnap is to gain something, / something desired. / heart beating, dry
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Wrapped in sunshine / Your smile sparkles as you hand me gift / It’s covered in festive ribbons / That glitter and sparkle in your joy / Th
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President deities
Mexicalli
Demandant of Scarifice.
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Even aloe cannot soothe this summer's burn,
for it comes not from sun, but of sin and scorn.
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a billion eyes stare upon our country as a role, a model to follow,
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my lover the hydrocodone parachute
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A relationship that had taken so much time and effort Had turned into something that had really hurt...
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I CAN'T EVER GOT BACK TO THE WAY IT USED TO BE I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS AND ALL I WANT IS TO BE PERFECT
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Metaphorical poem about a particular type of person, and a warning to others.
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As an Marilyn Monroe Puts on a show for all, Her disinnocent hart retreats.
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Yeah, it's just about this a friend, whom i wanted, but was blinded from herself
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