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It was deep inside the wound of that tramp
that I learned to be a gentleman...
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Such tiny fingers
Can barely hold a bottle...
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I am nobody
and might always be like such...
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Walking closer to the edge staring into the...
The broken pieces of me have left my hands...
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Yesterday the final petal curled its soft shape...
Under a willow...
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Childhood? Which childhood?
The one that didn’t last...
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Why would you make me die
If you were going to cry...
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Here she lies a pretty bud
Lately made of flesh and blood...
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It is crazy how the only thing I have ever been...
Turned out to be the one thing that would tear me...
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The sage of tree
sits cross-legged under the...
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Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...
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You have lost
the innocence. Rainbow...