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 WISH FILAMENT A tiny piece of metal plus the radio into the universe. A slender silk filament of grass was enough to bridge the vine to a w... [read more] |
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Satellites made to look like the stars in the skies but they are the eyes of spies.. [read more] |
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At times he had been among freethinkers, or angry with God for all the cruelty in the world.. at these times he could not surrender to a 'hi... [read more] |
 Sitting in the backyard, under an azure blue sky, filled with cottony clouds. A beautiful spring day. Beyond the fence I see an endles... [read more] |
 I put my trust in you And you let me down Your wings of broken morals Have fallen to the ground And my unspoken memories Of times we've neve... [read more] |
 arise my creature of the night, i call on you once again. time to do battle, this soul to defend. i feed you my feelings; love, trust, and m... [read more] |
 at last I let go at last I relent giving in is not exactly what I hoped for but it will lay everything at rest to bestow Me, myself and I... [read more] |
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A blank space Which color is white The texture So neat and bright What must I write? Nothing but Ambiguities of life [read more] |
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my vivid memories of a great image A man full of love so protective and so caring a good provider my only ally during tough times my resp... [read more] |
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I DRINK FROM YOUR CUP AND SOME SPILLS OUT YOU LICK IT OFF MY NECK TASTE BITTER SWEET TO YOU SINK YOUR TEETH IN TAKE A BITE OF MY SOUL AN... [read more] |
 My love for you is neverending Like the light from the sun, Refreshing like water from a river Like the purest and finest gold, ever spun.... [read more] |
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There's a place where all my lovers go A place I have inside A place too many people know A place that I can't hide A place for forgetting... [read more] |
 Out in the falling rain is where i stand Covered in water I look at my hands Blood is dripping from my wrists onto them Red is all over and... [read more] |
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sometimes it hurts us to talk about what's hurting us writing is my escape to let my mind speak what my lips are afraid to say [read more] |
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