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 A woman bleeds her whole life long She bleeds within herself A man only bleeds When he cuts himself Should his love ever leave him He then... [read more] |
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All her life she's been told she's pretty By family and friends, and even by strangers But when she looked into a mirror She never saw pret... [read more] |
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Onions make you cry But yet they taste so good So what is life without an onion And what is life without a tear [read more] |
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Once we were happy and so much in love But our magical romance quickly dissolved Faced with life's burdens we had not forseen Our tender mo... [read more] |
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We were only children when I gave myself to you You were warm and kind and gentle As you gave yourself to me From that moment on I loved yo... [read more] |
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I smell the roses blooming I exhilarate in their delight I pick the petals one by one And place them on my fingers I now have long red fing... [read more] |
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A word may come as we take a look, Perhaps of surrounds, atmosphere or book, That can surmise the entire chapter, Or place us aloft in world... [read more] |
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Casual Victim, Cause not Me. For I Shall Wait, As Weight Shall Be. [read more] |
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Spirit a breath, And sneeze a death, With Soul a Bless, Of Agelessness. [read more] |
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An Eyeful He looked at me looking at him, Looking at me and said like a whim, "Wotcha looking at?" I said, "I'm looking at you looking at... [read more] |
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You only have to say, What you hate about today, To be a hero of your time, And be the one of other's crimes. They spit and chunder, On our... [read more] |
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A fellow may come take a look, Being guided by word, or book, He will fly or sail across the sea, And to Our fair land will come to greet.... [read more] |
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For only a moment I’ve known, Perhaps spread like twinkling stars, The understandings of my life, That have kept me searching afar, For a so... [read more] |
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Oh please, young critter, Leave me alone, Leave me together. Return, Come Again, Then leave me a letter. [read more] |
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Some they write, Some they read, For it may fill the gap, Of desire or need.... [read more] |