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Insomniacs Dream TooI cannot seem to gain a wink of sleep / As I lie here and will my eyes to close. / Admittedly the prospect is quite bleak;

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Feb 27, 2012

ArtistsArtists are made every day; / bitterly. / Made after the heat strikes against and burns them.

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Feb 27, 2012

LogicLogic is for cowards; / for those too afraid to venture even into their own minds / and those who tell us that we cannot build taller towers,

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Feb 27, 2012

Grab A MatchAs the last trace of light / fades over the lake in the distance. / And as the last lamp is switched off.

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Feb 26, 2012

Abstract ArtI find it hard / to take all the raw emotion of life / and place it precisely on the canvas.

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Feb 26, 2012

PoetsWe spin words with expert precision, / making strange bones dance. / As if life hangs on our decision,

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Feb 26, 2012

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