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A Degenerative VirusThere is only solace within the silenced bird who had the wanton thoughts of singing / And clarity within the cold dead hands of the mangled bodies who lay beneath / The soft black soil held inside the pliable folds of the Presidents hands.

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Oct 18, 2013

And It's The Eye, of the NeedleHe's only seen what once had ever happened / but the memories he has decidedly repressed / his eyes have been glued, cemented in with solemness

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Apr 11, 2013

And Thus Begins the Great EscapeWhen she first discovered the last fictitious and missing piece, that absent link that could create / That would fit so very perfectly between her fastidious reality and her dream filled escape / That piece was what filled her with the alluring thoughts of setting the diamond edged blades aside

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Jul 7, 2013

Between Truths and LiesLet's just, / pretend that we know there is a difference / between our diamond truths and our slip of the tongue white lies

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Apr 17, 2013

Can We Create Something Beautiful?*Choking back the austere tears* / *Holding a paled hand* / *Feeling a fluttering pulse*

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Mar 8, 2013

~Gazing Into the Crazed Eyes of a Star Child~To paint the scene of my former life / One must first take a look into a little dusky room filled with shady sunlight, / Streaming in through dusty blinds that never actually shade the eyes.

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Sep 17, 2013

~Hello~ Mika~Goodbye~In Truth; / Should it matter what we really are? Or should we let our *true* colors shine? / Being held alive, but only in a straightjacket, learning you are bisexual?

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Jul 28, 2013

Insanity... Perhaps.A shadow of doubt has begun to cling to his neck / Seeping poison in, until his existence is the essence of pain / In its ever haunting slumber it still will feed, for he is the snack

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Mar 27, 2013

Inside the RevelationThere no longer is light in once brightly lit blue eyes / The light has faded being overrun by / Rotting alone with the steam of the bath drawn

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Oct 15, 2013

Pressed Under PressureBlankly, fish-eyed / staring down the weighing scale / again the weight of her own

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Apr 15, 2013

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