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The World of Being DoneWritten letters are left in the world of being done. / They leave a strange sinking in your stomach, / Like the one you get when your shirt grabs hold of
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Feb 26, 2014
A Day Without My MotherA day without my mother / Would begin at noon, / As she wouldn’t be there
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Feb 26, 2014
SailSail away / My own captain / And dream of the seven
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Oct 31, 2013
Led by the MoonThe moon rises, / In time with a sunken ship / Out of the depths,
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Feb 8, 2013
Rules, please.There's no one telling you / Where to go / Or what to do
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Oct 21, 2012
This is How You Lose HerToday you wake up / And something is different / Something is more different than all the different in every other day you wake up,
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Oct 8, 2012
FatherRiddle me this, / Riddle me that / How the world can move forward
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Sep 10, 2012
ClinkBluebells hanging down from their stems / No metal is there / But still you hear the ringing
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May 21, 2012
PetalsBrushing by a jasmine bush / Its branch leaving a scratch on my arm / But its petals, a wonderful fragrance in my memory.
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May 21, 2012
SpikeThe big blue / Step on something sharp / A mystery of what is below
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May 21, 2012
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