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Curiosity niggled my
immature thoughts...
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Its
time to...
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First setting eyes on you
the desire is overwhelming...
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The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...
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Around our axis we rotate
Almost 1000 miles per hour...
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A weary traveler,
one lonely summer...
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Tiny segments of hope
and promises drizzle a...
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It's midnight
in my universe...
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Am I alike a yoyo?
if so - the axle is my heart...
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We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
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Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...
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The eggs have gone off
And the milk is sour...