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Empty little vessel
Sad twisted little thing...
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{ someone turn the volume down }
A somber tone...
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Shall I shred my aches
into skin rags to survive...
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That day,
he left my thoughts...
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A flurry of golden hay,
Falls to the ground...
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West
It was the dust-clouded, sunset-orange...
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On morose mornings, I think of myself,
the tea leaves at the bottom of your cup...
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Between us mars and venus
and the virtue of wanting more...
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It's that time of year again.
The time of year when I...
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First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...
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Sully and intelligent and with naught a fret in...
Luggin' a worldly backpack 'round despite being a...
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I have been searching,
striving...