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faevyl
faevyl
23/F
When all is done and said, And the tears that I have shed Unite to make amends ɪ sʜaʟʟ ʙe ʜaᴘᴘʏ.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
untitled
Spanish, oh so confusing, My mind, which you're polluting, I have to say, I really am trying; Yet, I can't seem to get anything close to a ninety.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Spanish
Don't expect an engineer out of me When the computer screen goes blue My brain is a rock--it's sad, but true. When it comes to installing that new game, Somehow, I can't help but want to maim. It deliberately twists my mind, I'll bet, And it's not like this thing is a test! I'll just leave the screen like that, And call my brother over, ASAP.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Technology
What is the opposite of plush? Not a baby's **** Or a big ball of mush, But a spiky rose bush. The opposite of a boot? Perhaps a sandal, Or a pile of loot; Perhaps even soot.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Opposites
Contact, phone, dial, Don't be the one who won't call back for a while.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Telephone
Talisman, ornament, charm It'll be strung, but not with yarn.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Amulet
Dead silence replaces A bustling audience where a Night-time stage was set Coordinating with the music, Elegant twists and turns Right, left; left, right.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Dancer
Kindled, a small fire ignites Resting tufts of green Insistent on a world where it Spreads its glow, ravenously, only To find nothing left at the End. Nothing.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
Fire (Kristen)
'You sure, kiddo-- Or are you only playing? 'You sure, kiddo-- I'm not quite sure what you're saying!
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
'You Sure, Kiddo?
Guilt over a heartbreak, That I myself did cause; Guilt over his feelings, His goodness, and his laws. He shouldn't have fallen for me, No; I'm only a foul. And now all that I can see Is the guilt, branching constantly Turning itself into a tree, Something for only me to keep. Give it away, give it away! Screams the voices inside of me, But what they know is only, per say, A selfishness that won't guide me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! For all the feelings I've caused; I'm sorry for what I've done, I'm really, quite sorry for all.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Guilt