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He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...
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grief is a rusted faucet
i keep checking...
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your soul loses her posture as you
hunch to type the words you failed...
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Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...
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At our best we would have been just a far cry from...
At our worst you could have cemented the...
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is like a small fish
keen to changes...
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the blue pigment is slithering
under your skin, or is it your blood...
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Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...
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I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...
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By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...
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I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
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In days gone by the wind blew soft and new,
Just like a lover’s soft caressing kiss...