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 In an era known as the 'Age of Aquarius', Sheltered in innocence and the symbol of the flower, Cleaving to the doctrine that profits guide t... [read more] |
 a baby born into a loving family the center of attention a little boy that will grow one day a man among men your smile is just so precious... [read more] |
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a man that was many things silly to some maybe a little crazy to others he was one unique spirit an outlook that was special he leaves behin... [read more] |
 On a mountain high and lonely where the cold winds shift and change there's broken hearts that listen for love to call again but there's onl... [read more] |
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(light country) Girl it's six in the morning daybreak dawning and deep down but not destroyed I'm a shadow of a love you knew inside a ring... [read more] |
 As i sit in my living room staring out into the window a beautiful sunset and purplish-red clouds appears before me I open the window and a... [read more] |
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The center of all human the treasure in us. everyone has it's own meaning,destination and future but my soul you see, is lost My own body...... [read more] |
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Oh there be times found at hand, That feels the future bleak and bland, Where an error simply overlooked, Does seem to drop goose in pot to... [read more] |
 Left my soul back in the life before I was born a fool without a home what's the reason, purpose..... I had a plan ... [read more] |
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A sonnet is not that easy to write I sat up thinking of this most the night. Ten syllables per line, no more, no less, Without rhyming, it c... [read more] |
 Breathe in... Breathe out... You... You impossible plaque-carrying leech you. Having to sit attentively in endless lectures, abide by the... [read more] |
 Loraine is a small quit town but yet everything is herd were you live, were you sleep its kind of nerve racking when you walk down tha stree... [read more] |
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There was a tiny seed planted. With hopes one day it will be a big tree. A tree like one of those hundred year old oaks, the ones that grow... [read more] |
 Old convictions come and go; ebb and flow, As transient as colors in the shadow, As temporary as breath on a windowpane. Things I knew were... [read more] |
 Fantasy where have you gone, the memory is not so strong. Of what I really thought you were, emotions wake they start to stir. Awaken from t... [read more] |