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Pools of loveYour eyes are full of / Sweet tides slanting timidly / Stylizing starry-eyed Soliloquies

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BronzeCopper and Tin conceive versatility / Cheeky hearts furiously forge / Russet eyes surveyed, swim

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elementsLove is blond / She stands quietly / She looks at me with star-crossed hazel eyes

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Journey to 48.7597° N, 122.4869° W3,000 miles on the path through America proper / Blood set out to a promise / Like the snows of February that melt into spring

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ReachWhat are we search for? / Up sleeve cigarettes and better living through chemistry. / Looking at the stars, inaction we fall for the grifter's pitch

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LebenNur am Morgen / Ich meochte es haben / Geben sie mir brot bitte

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In another lifeIt can never be, / yet I still Love him / Cold set tears I have cried,

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RomeoHow do you feel?... / Wait! What do I feel?... / For the longest time I... I don't know...

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SamOnce forgotten / But never lost / Every time I draw I think of you

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#1 To DoWrite. Edit out the fiction. For too long I have gilded everything I know. / In attempts to make this life seem better than it is. To live in a world of edit. Forever stopping my pen. Forever checking my lines and prose as if there would be some sort of inspiration that ... inhale.. takes us away... exhale... and through this pause of a muse comes the inevitable death. I can feel the rusted metal of the tracks now crying for attention and about to scream as the train car twists and it is derailed in a complete and utter dead stop.

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