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19th streetShould I but drift cross the street / Like a tattered pamphlet that / Could only be used for the first week:
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May 22, 2013
3am spiritual of an insomniac:I've never felt more than half an hour: / Insomnia trickles down until the black-tar-ridden-sap oozes onto / My partially open eyes.
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Jan 29, 2014
6:22Do you ever wake up at six in the morning / With a deep, sour pit in your stomach, / Feeling like your life is going nowhere?
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Mar 4, 2013
A brief intermissionA nation with daddy issues / We call out- yes master / Success took a sudden left
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Sep 17, 2014
A burning star went out last nightA burning star went out last night, / While I paced across the floor- / For, nothing casts as bright a light
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Sep 28, 2013
aloneMy loneliness is self imposed / I try to escape, yet the door remains closed / The walls I've built up keep me grounded
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Mar 14, 2011
angel in disguiseI'll never fully fathom what you went through / But I want you to know it doesn't define you / If I could I would take your hurt as my own
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Feb 18, 2011
AnimaMother dearest jumped the gun, / Thought she found the chosen one / In the reflection of an eager bride
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Jun 16, 2013
Aphrodite's eulogyBeauty is an empty cage that shakes the world anew- / Yet, falters at the slightest rage, or faintest sickly hue. / A sweet yet poisonous embrace, it slowly clogs the pores,
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Jul 1, 2013
AprilApril is a month of forgotten dreams, / That began to fade away in February, / And drew their last breath in March.
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Apr 25, 2013
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