meb-1Whisper

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The Deepest TrenchWhere is the art without sorrow and pain? / They said the power of the mind is everything / That if you stay starry eyed and young
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Aug 5, 2014
1993___________________________________________________________ / All these threes making me queasy / March third nineteen ninety three
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Apr 19, 2014
F/O/R/S/Y/T/H________________________________________________________ / From, / Onward racing spying and yielding those hiding
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Apr 19, 2014
Gravel Path_____________________________________________ / Greetings gravel path / I'm hearing your clamors and murmurs
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Jan 21, 2014
Drought Fishing_________________________________________________ / hover her hover her your love hovered in spurs / conquer, always beaten into soiled soot
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Jun 4, 2013
Bus 4 (for the hoodrats)In a run-down business crevice way / Fallin' crumbled brick crumbs and scattered fate / I state, that I'm an iris spying crawlers
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Jun 4, 2013
Thwap_____________________________________________________ / It is a deep sense I feel on the constant / Like breath that anew on foreign continents
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Nov 2, 2012
Bus 3My ears as well as fears hold symmetry among the squeals of bus brakes / Aligning with the water coves accumulating along these streets I dabble timidly towards work / Hoping the our sun is forever gone and hidden, rays still pierced the cloud walks above
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Nov 2, 2012
Bus 2A knobby kneed, crooked back, gimp mimic asked me for a smoke today / With turmoil of disgust, yet somewhere inside my freight-less morals and empathy filled heart, I felt sad for this creature / She discussed her where a bouts of why she was to travel to the next bus terminal
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Nov 2, 2012
Bus 1When I see humans of abnormal disproportions / I automatically want to classify them as ****** / As guide myself onto the metro, repetition daily
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Nov 2, 2012
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