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 A feeling so strong, A need so great, A burning passion, A desire for touch. It all came out of the rubble, my rubble, my pile of hell. It... [read more] |
 each day I sin over and over again then I ask for forgiveness sometimes before I sin knowing that I am about to sin and have every intention... [read more] |
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they call it Karma some (as do I) others blame it on luck then curse it to be bad (I do not believe in luck - good or bad) I pray an aged o... [read more] |
 You would’ve been just like me, sharing all my traits, We probably would have been best friends until a cruel twist of fate. It took you awa... [read more] |
 Something is watching, out my bedroom window. A shadow of a man, In the moon glow. It sways left and right, And ducks down. I hear the windo... [read more] |
 As Radha is contained within Sagaradhar so divine love is contained in every drop of the sea. (Radha.. most focused follower of Krishna Sa... [read more] |
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Creepy, scary monsters, Underneath your bed. Full of fangs and hair, You think of in your head. Growling and hissing, Are their attacking ca... [read more] |
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Up the mountain road, Are twists and turns. The truck begins to slow, Toward the cabin road we yern. Through grassy roads, past cereal trees... [read more] |
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Quiet and dark, Here i lurk. No one harks, As i perk. Down in here, No one knows. That i fear, Life's woes. Deep in the earth, In the cave i... [read more] |
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When i saw your face, I knew i was in love. My heart turned to paste, We're just like turtle doves. Walk up to you, ASk your for your number... [read more] |
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He was blue because his friends were called reds and pinkos by yellow journalists funded by plutocratic blackmailers who had caused brownout... [read more] |
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The forget me nots flourish neath minarets and the lilacs by the temple. The roses grow framing the mandir.. all of them unconscious of the... [read more] |
 She has eyes as green as blue grass blues- Is what I have every- Sunday used to be it seemed, The day everybody put their soul to rest- Is w... [read more] |
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Does she love me? I am not sure. She calls me sweety, And says it so pure. But how do i know it is truly? I know i love her, That is always... [read more] |
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My heart is like a puzzle at one time it was whole but then someone came along and cut it all appart somewhere down the line another picked... [read more] |