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 Confusing communication suicidal adoration simple love simply gone good-bye emphasised dial tone hurtful word drowning tears blinding memor... [read more] |
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Last night I was holding you, in my dream were you there could you hear me scream Nothing in reality now, seems as real as when I sleep T... [read more] |
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Should you find yourself crying, standing in the rain or dreaming,with your eyes wide open, in the middle of the night If you feel your bo... [read more] |
 by Jeph Johnson 150 pages of early 21st century paper magazine literature lay in front of me at work to deal with after I tear the co... [read more] |
 the page remains blank as i stare beyond the shadow i weep it drowns my soul when comfort is found i will write my journey on the page ful... [read more] |
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I should have carved it on the cornerstone of my heart wrote it on the walls of my mind but my fingertips formed letters on the sand amid... [read more] |
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my words, the emotional web of my being my words, with fury as a blizzard I condemn my words, they humble my foolishness to become a sage i... [read more] |
 TODAY IS THE END OF YESTERDAY, SOMETHING THAT IS GONE AWAY, THE PLACE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO STAY. My Sister has been gone only but a year. W... [read more] |
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Perhaps you’re not real Just another figment of my imagination Floating in my dreams Like a thousand colored balloons Their brilliant hues... [read more] |
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and it came to be one despondent night floating, dreamy with raindrops on the rooftop your footsteps imprints on dusty floors alone my... [read more] |
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Dear lord what have I done? What have I become? What is to become of what I have done? I sit in my room & wonder what happened to me. Wh... [read more] |
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even not the lark nor the eagle had flown i soar in a space untrodden i flung and swayed chasing the bluest wind i could see your horizon... [read more] |
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One day you will find a woman that means enough to you to die for. But that would be a tragic mistake, because no woman is or ever will be... [read more] |
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don't erase the memory of this think, and consider as you pick those roses while i am here watching your back my perfume wafting in the air... [read more] |
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like the night air digs into my body creeping into my bones so your silence digs into my soul its coldness freezes the insides of me till... [read more] |