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Out in the cold where I belong Summers heat and winter's frost
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I may not be pretty
I may not be sweet
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a poet translates what's inner
inscribes then on a page
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my perception squewed from that black-magic air I breathewatch the sky so intensely that hallucinatory fireworks dance in silver skin all e
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Come into my heart
let us take a walk
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Peeking at pages printed on pixel and written with lyte,
searching the planet for any type of love that my have landed in the midst of th
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All the thoughts of you
What all can i do
by Darkmoon
21 lines, 3 comments,
9 hours ago. In Thoughts, Sad, Life, Love, Hope, Other, Pain, Personal, Lost in thought, My own style
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Why you laugh at me? Why you cauze me such pain?
by Sad princess
62 lines, 2 comments,
9 hours ago. In Sad, Dark, Pain, My own style, Death, Lost love, Emo, Teenage thinking, Goodbyes
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End of an ending
New start begins
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Embrace me and the truth I bear:
You're all that ever really mattered to me.
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To tell the world goodbye
I dont have to lie!!!!!
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I'm laying in here dieing
Ur jus sitting there lying
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During the mists of never;
before God created
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by noon I'm exhausted five minutes later I can't wait
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there's this sort of green glowing like new life,
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by ChaosAangel
2 lines, 2 comments,
1 day ago. In Weird, Thoughts, Nature, Life, Angst, Adult, Personal, Background, My own style
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''For what is life if you don't live
To the most possible maximum, for me?''
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"Reflections back now come to mind, another clock like it I find"
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A restless mind, a restless heart rests. The muse takes over, it speaks,
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Nature speaks Golden and scarlet leaves
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As close as we were
Common history we share,
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by chris-jeffs
28 lines,
1 day ago. In Love, Personal, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, Dark, Adult, My own style, Death, My life
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love was to conquer all.
but from a sycamore it grew small.
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When your lonely When your afraid
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"From reality I can run but not hide, when it comes to peace over war I can't take a side."
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When those opportunities present themselves,
It's hard for me to oppose.
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There is a fork in the road, leading to nowhere it seems,
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After the shine is gone Will you still be there to
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