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The red lights of disco the frequent of the Frisbee And I have no path They are now saying and white is not the bees yellow and once orange, and freezing, or something, warmly is a tease. symmetrically How can it be so quiet and yet also so loud, these Conquistadors, and their ******* lies. No inquisitor or one without cries, flying with ambassadors try sleeping opening doors. Faint praise as I liaise You wouldn't couldn't pretend to realize. **** off.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC

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disco

The red lights of disco the frequent of the Frisbee And I have no path They are now saying and white is not the bees yellow and once orange, and freezing, or something, warmly is a tease. symmetrically How can it be so quiet and yet also so loud, these Conquistadors, and their ******* lies. No inquisitor or one without cries, flying with ambassadors try sleeping opening doors. Faint praise as I liaise You wouldn't couldn't pretend to realize. **** off.

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When there's this, lack of accommodation, and the wind is freezing and the world is teasing... The finality's up on sheets and the grub was the wheat's the last are of half good feeds. and rumbling of my tummy, its food that I really need, I need more than bird seeds, the real grass and not weeds but my veins are so tiny and cannot be I wish to bleed and the tweed are so called needed and the faintly is for the saintly I'm sweet of dream-ful teases Your eyes, don't itch like fleeces. Your skin is much smooth-ness and my friends cannot bless, my last memory of ********** lying in wait of realms

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC

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Hello Poetry

When there's this, lack of accommodation, and the wind is freezing and the world is teasing... The finality's up on sheets and the grub was the wheat's the last are of half good feeds. and rumbling of my tummy, its food that I really need, I need more than bird seeds, the real grass and not weeds but my veins are so tiny and cannot be I wish to bleed and the tweed are so called needed and the faintly is for the saintly I'm sweet of dream-ful teases Your eyes, don't itch like fleeces. Your skin is much smooth-ness and my friends cannot bless, my last memory of ********** lying in wait of realms

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All the venom that's green, boiling up my blood that's red, the distance that's never seen, the pale skim warm's never fed, sickly as a dried up pale bean changes How time gets heavier and unlike a fairy tale story, the weather gets wetter, in our wake, and our glory was a flashy lake changes Eyes yellow once so pretty, and I can't whisper it, so green no-one can ever answer the time, changes The lonlinest goodbye, is the one of no cries, wishes in a fountain, always sink to the bottom, there's never an answer, how the coins slowly sink and without incidence.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC

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*changes*

All the venom that's green, boiling up my blood that's red, the distance that's never seen, the pale skim warm's never fed, sickly as a dried up pale bean changes How time gets heavier and unlike a fairy tale story, the weather gets wetter, in our wake, and our glory was a flashy lake changes Eyes yellow once so pretty, and I can't whisper it, so green no-one can ever answer the time, changes The lonlinest goodbye, is the one of no cries, wishes in a fountain, always sink to the bottom, there's never an answer, how the coins slowly sink and without incidence.

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snow white's black and the heart's impurity with a crack, that's never seen in, A sea gull's white, and threaded sheet, with comfortable, commendably. black is as innocent as the holy child's crescent she will be as all saintly as the fawn's birth of eyes. Despise all of me, which displeases, and attempts kindly, are all for the children. I never once lifted a hand, and'll sink in quicksand. They need to be protected, and left as so innocent, As the lady bugs on my sleeve.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC

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lady bugs

snow white's black and the heart's impurity with a crack, that's never seen in, A sea gull's white, and threaded sheet, with comfortable, commendably. black is as innocent as the holy child's crescent she will be as all saintly as the fawn's birth of eyes. Despise all of me, which displeases, and attempts kindly, are all for the children. I never once lifted a hand, and'll sink in quicksand. They need to be protected, and left as so innocent, As the lady bugs on my sleeve.

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I wish I could be cut up and like daisies in the wind, all my parts forgotten in the winter before rain, Snacked up by a fox's den so red snacked ravenous, irratatic is this pen's life. String me up, like sausages, to be eaten and forgotten.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC

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daisies in the wind

I wish I could be cut up and like daisies in the wind, all my parts forgotten in the winter before rain, Snacked up by a fox's den so red snacked ravenous, irratatic is this pen's life. String me up, like sausages, to be eaten and forgotten.

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Slices like its margarine, not stodgy like its butter They know we like it warmer, So they exploit us much colder I wish my limbs weren't wooden like fleeing a fierce dungeon, There's no oil in the engine If though, it would only spatter. The punishment, I wish not to reave wish not for belief. Silent sadness regret, a river of flowing trespass. I get eaten, every sun-day at mass.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC

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black engine (revised)

Slices like its margarine, not stodgy like its butter They know we like it warmer, So they exploit us much colder I wish my limbs weren't wooden like fleeing a fierce dungeon, There's no oil in the engine If though, it would only spatter. The punishment, I wish not to reave wish not for belief. Silent sadness regret, a river of flowing trespass. I get eaten, every sun-day at mass.

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Deep water springs, that life it brings, I don't fancy the sea, only the day we met, Confidence shatters as it allows a memory unforgotten, I love but will haunt me.

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC

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Deep water springs

Deep water springs, that life it brings, I don't fancy the sea, only the day we met, Confidence shatters as it allows a memory unforgotten, I love but will haunt me.

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I 've had to endure less than you did, your screaming of your neck shingles I was so worried about your heart, that it was going to give out. I called for an ambulance, on the worse night of my life, hoping they'll ease your pain You were screaming out for God. All of your sufferings and in Intensive care wore on me like scars evolving inside You had so many close misses, I came to hate the hospital and its dour colours of doom. The last visit I rushed from work, this time they said, there's no chance, You had Pneumonia and very weak, I kissed you on your still warm cheeks Farewell.....

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC

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Mum

I 've had to endure less than you did, your screaming of your neck shingles I was so worried about your heart, that it was going to give out. I called for an ambulance, on the worse night of my life, hoping they'll ease your pain You were screaming out for God. All of your sufferings and in Intensive care wore on me like scars evolving inside You had so many close misses, I came to hate the hospital and its dour colours of doom. The last visit I rushed from work, this time they said, there's no chance, You had Pneumonia and very weak, I kissed you on your still warm cheeks Farewell.....

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Sometimes I feel so worthless, lost in dreams that are fading, And often its the best ones, that leave me so miserable. Like the one I had last night, this beautiful girl I don't know, engaged me by the arm talking so rapidly warmingly. She would bury her head, when I cracked a decent joke, into the side of one of my ribs and would always walk with me. It was a reminder of the one I could never hope to have, but hopefully it was a vision for her sweet-ness the next life.

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Jun 5, 2025

Jun 5, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC

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dreamer believer

Sometimes I feel so worthless, lost in dreams that are fading, And often its the best ones, that leave me so miserable. Like the one I had last night, this beautiful girl I don't know, engaged me by the arm talking so rapidly warmingly. She would bury her head, when I cracked a decent joke, into the side of one of my ribs and would always walk with me. It was a reminder of the one I could never hope to have, but hopefully it was a vision for her sweet-ness the next life.

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