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A House By A Highway.She had blurry grey eyes / and hair that tangled like vines. / In a house by a highway.
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Jul 23, 2011
A Low Blow.One low blow. / A swift knife to the belly / with a clean cut across.
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Jul 23, 2011
Like A Ghost.They walk in. / They walk out. / Like I'm not even there.
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Jul 23, 2011
Monster.I hate who I am. / Because every / time
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May 25, 2012
Night Talk.Sometimes I wish the night would never end. / Sometimes I wish it did. / Because that’s when the thoughts drift in
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Jul 23, 2011
Stuff.Oh, how this stuff piles around me. / It has built up over time. / Old pictures, and playing cards and pens.
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Jul 23, 2011
The Eyes Of A Boy I Knew.He has eyes / that I could swim in. / Get lost in for days,
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Jul 23, 2011
UnhealthyI don’t think you realize you have me completely, / body and soul. / And you could just feed me
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Mar 29, 2012
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