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 why are you so easyto be walk passedbut then so difficultto completely forgeta cattle brand thatsears waking memoryscathes dreams of nightwh... [read more] |
 Half dirty shirt slung over the chair My cup of coffee waiting for me in the morning air! Dirty dishes lying in the sink A charm... [read more] |
 They tell me Innkeeper, that demented. demonic, and dictatorial troll, now claims that he---yes he, himself---invented the concept behind th... [read more] |
 Quietly, she sits alone in an empty home But the home she knows doesn't know her anymore Unkindly, now she erupts out of her disgust... [read more] |
 She was bright and keen and sweet and lovely And she loved me and she had all the right attributes a solid heart and ev... [read more] |
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Lighting bottle rockets from a bedroom window We launched our dreams into the sky In those twilight hours of childhood... [read more] |
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STOP TRUSTING THOSE WHO ARE NOT TRUSTWORTHY EVERYONE KNOWS WHO IS PLAYING DIRTY WE SIMPLY MUST MAKE THEM EARN OUR TRUST [read more] |
 This doesn't happen all the time But when you die it happens often You're buried six feet underground You're buried in a coffin May b... [read more] |
 এতদিন পর দেখা হল তবুও কোথা গেলে ক্ষণিকের তরে দেখা দিয়ে আবার কি হারালে? এমন কি হয়েছিল কথা তুমি রইলে চুপ আলোর মাঝে বসেও দেখি আঁধারের মৌন রূপ... [read more] |
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IT WOULD BE SUCH A SIN TO LET PROPAGANDA WIN WE NEED TO EXPOSE THEIR LIES OR WE'LL FIND OUR OWN DEMISE IT IS RATHER HARD TO DO FOR YOU'LL FI... [read more] |
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give up shallying; on finding and sharing what could be thought of as inner beauty when these hirsute thoughts bristle again berating what l... [read more] |
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 In the realm of hearts, a tender seed did sprout, A fragile bloom, in the garden of doubt. A whispering breeze carried the scent anew, A fra... [read more] |
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The natural carlessness of the young man is as strong as a geyser But as time marches forward and he becomes older he is made wiser We inca... [read more] |
 You went mad, goingnear the sun. I am nobody to beheadthe moon flaunting my agony.Who was the rounderin the rose garden? Lying to yourself y... [read more] |