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Of Her Return From Desert VegasUpon her return from desert Vegas, / Like lizards kissing in the heat, / The rain drops poured so hard, how lovely again to hear each other’s heart’s beat
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Nov 4, 2011
Of MoralsIn all, without morals, the concept of happiness would be indifference of stale misery. Spinning all in the concept of life in circle, for morals go in a straight line and never need to recount the same point of what you already know of happiness. For you have all the time in search for more.
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Oct 19, 2011
With the Time [21December2011]With time there's nothing visual. . . / Only things. . . due after some fact. . . / What we consider is most purest of things. . .
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Oct 18, 2011
Ciao To The WorldCiao to the world. . .my hand is free. . . / hope to penetrate all your misery. . . / stand on beside you feeling my glee. . .
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Oct 18, 2011
On Musicmusic is the potential to dwell deep into the impossible and make it known / with the possible. . . / that is what one hears. . .it is not possible, for hearing is far more then just hearing,
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Oct 18, 2011
The Gentle Face Of YouI saw a gentle face looking through my eyes, and they said to me don't think about it twice. . . / Just look back into my eyes and I'll show you a deeper place. . .The life is not a silly place, for in my time I lived within my place. . .Now I'll show you that deep embrace your eyes long for. / Then that gentle face took me to a place where life's but in pace without digrunted haste. Senses guided this gentle face, showed me how to fight it, and I took it willingly, my new strength betrothed from her gentle brace. My gentle face I became to embrace as only fresh breath of air.
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Oct 18, 2011
Jumped Into River of SorrowJumped into river of sorrow. . Landed myself beside tomorrow. .island / consider this world a heaven for it is what we see. . . . . . / will be all that we all remember. . .
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Oct 13, 2011
You Have Heartyou have heart, you have brains / with lots of pains / my heart fills with pains,
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Oct 12, 2011
Potential for SuccessThere is no unsuccesful. . . . / it's only personal gift of throwing away yourself into a black hole caught up in a storm of others. . . / Potential is a speck of **** you walk on. . .so don't wipe your shoes. . . .because it's be yourself you loose.
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Oct 12, 2011
Life At It's Raw: A Contradictionlife is never what it seems to be, always reoccuring with a thought as put upon the length of arms that revolutionize this thought. . .for those that can be bought, / is day like today less then feeling of want to rot, because so simple as a breeze brought down your temperment to be pleased. . .caught in a storm, that has outlasted / longer then your heart to feel content and warm, to feel the essence of a breath among a group of bad breaths, in other words, to breath among a group of brothers and sisters
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Oct 12, 2011
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