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 Your soul is nothing but a vessel a vessel that may only retain and conceal the bubbling red fuel of rage the tidal wave of shame the isola... [read more] |
 Tell me you love me and my heart will be set free. Tell me you want me and I'll be all that I can be. Just dont forget the time that we on... [read more] |
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If you take me now, I'll give you my soul. Fan the flames of desire, and find true ecstasy. [read more] |
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there once was a gal named doodle, who would hit you with a wet noodle. she'd bonk you all right, you'd sure lose that fight, unl... [read more] |
 enclosed in this four corners with the walls closing in shackled feet were groaning in misery my mind can run unhindered as my ink spille... [read more] |
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they’ve cut your branches stripped all your leaves the shade you gave, that too is gone pitiless loggers look what you’ve done! i stand her... [read more] |
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Authors Note: I wrote this when I was very young -_- It IS an embarassing piece of shit, so please, when you read it, consider this more of... [read more] |
 I’ve never guessed you’d come this far Stirred my gait through your cynic ways I laughed and sobbed to all I dared Pursuing to bending your... [read more] |
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be what you want to be not whatsomeone else wants you to be "who are you?" i'm a smartie i'm a person i'm a singer i am me [read more] |
 We raise them from a mere pup, And are slightly annoyed when they wake us up, With a sloppy kiss on the nose Or a little tug on our toes. T... [read more] |
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Sitting on the rivers edge watching gulls take wing And sailboats floating by with sails like those gossamer things. My mind drifts to a fa... [read more] |
 Lo! here is my postal mail I come to thee like a gale As this letter is so late Should reach you now on the nail "It's never too late to men... [read more] |
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It's one of those nights When you don't know what to write but you know that you have to write something because you are feeling a million d... [read more] |
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A mother's love holds no limit when looked upon by her child It's God's greatest gift, Heaven's present, a special call from the wild In her... [read more] |
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A single razor long and thin The horrible pleasure as it breaks through my skin That control I get over my own fate My own hands over the wo... [read more] |