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Intro Part 1: I own you.Her eyes were smolder, / Black thick charcoal, / Coating her fire burning
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Sep 6, 2011
When My Lover Loves AnotherThe two voices speaking / Rapid faints / Like the worker boys behind darkened scenes
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Sep 4, 2011
PeopleWhy is it when people look / To be someone else / They see the admirable qualities,
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Sep 4, 2011
Prickly Prickle I've been PrickedOuch what a prickle! / Of which I’ve been pricked! / I wobble my way
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Sep 4, 2011
Winter's WhoreI see the sad eyes of the Winter rain / Like the ice blades he tears / As I catch every falling shard
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Sep 3, 2011
I'll Stay A Wait.Not yet a greater sound / Than that of eased recognition / Of silence bewildered by the empty house
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Sep 3, 2011
Misery LustShe's dancing in his eyes of misery, / Twirling around the floorboards, / Like a fruit ripening off a tree.
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Sep 3, 2011
Dearest FriendWith your head pressed against my / Shoulder blade, / You're all I need to stay awake.
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Sep 3, 2011
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