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07, February 2011Walking down the dim-lit path / Whistling to Beethoven’s Fourteenth Sonata, / With admiration to the moonlight path,
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Feb 14, 2011
09, February 2011A hopeless romantic, / Armed with rose in hand, / A humble appearance in a sappy film.
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Feb 14, 2011
Angry, feverish hateA sudden feeling - / One that flows through the veins, / Into your hands - clenched
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Feb 23, 2011
A ShowerAs I stand there, with the water through my hair / I look around and see the tiles, / Beige, and the grout,
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Feb 22, 2011
Cold, like ButterAs the windows roll down, / The wind blows in, / The cold crawls up my arm,
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Apr 14, 2011
Elemental DanceA trek, down the air filled with the pour of rain, / A stumble upon a carcass, empty and reminding / This land that bears no water, replenished for good thought
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Feb 16, 2011
EscapeI walk around with my label-gun / and stab you with your permanent mark. / You belong here, with them.
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Mar 22, 2011
Grey CanvasA grey canvas, the heavens weep. / tears taken from the sad and the joy. / A gloomy mood provided from the angels:
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Feb 17, 2011
High statusA mark of mastery, a degree of high status, / Atop a tall throne, spectre in hand. / Waving and yelling like the fools in grey.
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Feb 23, 2011
I am Jack, awake at night.I am Jack, awake at night. / Staring at the ceiling, eyes peeled open, / Tired and without energy, but his mind insists
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Feb 19, 2011
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