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Being innocent
is the most punishable...
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The-Fiery-Fierce-Fire
fires Fire firing Fiery-Fierce-Fire...
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Every time I sit down to write
he lights a candle - saying that...
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You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...
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The Fight For Peace
As racism and injustice fade away...
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I found your lilies
and your roses...
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Beautiful Brookside
in all your brown-eyed lovers...
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She chose
her weather...
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yesterday, you remembered nothing but
craved peaches and cream – it’s was your...
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Lounging upon a bed of moss,
underneath an abandoned tree...
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you play with your words like legos –
searching for the right combination of words...
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Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...