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Night TerrorThe slightest breeze / Brings the gossip of pines to my ears / I'm bolt upright
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Jan 21, 2011
To Dance Without a SoulThe music pumps / and flows through my veins like blood / my nerves are electrified
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Jan 16, 2011
To string words togetherEllsworth Land's prima donna of the Latin sing-a-long / lassoed Joss' hollow demoiselle crane / a pair of circuitous logicians finally deciphered
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Jan 13, 2011
HomeWhen I don't want to stay / And I don't want to go home / Where do I go?
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Jan 10, 2011
Would it kill you?"Would it kill you to get to know them?" / Honestly? / Yes.
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Jan 3, 2011
HimI wonder is he notices me / Staring at him from across the room / His beauty fills me with emotions
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Jan 2, 2011
The FearLying wide-eyed in the dark / Why am I not asleep? / The mask on the desk grows bloodshot eyes
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Jan 2, 2011
CandleShe was a candle / Tall, willowy and well grounded / She gave off warmth
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Jan 2, 2011
MusicIt’s my armor / My protective shield from the / Outside world
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Jan 2, 2011
I'm WatchingI’m watching you / In the dark alleyways, where I gaze on as a mugging occurs / And standing on that gloomy, silent street corner, the little red light of my cigarette glowing
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Jan 2, 2011
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