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Chubby's National AnthemHe is a wringer / snapper of neck, diseased infested bird. / Dancing ***** strippers

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Little AquariusI wonder if what may be true, is. / Buried inside of me lies a tiny bliss, / my blood courses through your love.

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How A Garden GrowsA Daisy and a Daffodil / grew side by side / each so very still

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The Lonely MoonHe is laid to rest in hues of purple and gold / beloved Sun-down / imagine how it might be to live free

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(draft)Thomas John stepped as quietly as he could over the dried leaves, / cautious not to make a sound as they crinkled beneath his feet. / A man lost within an oak forest

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Untitled (draft)Favoritism at its finest / you are divine in my eyes / may I imply that your aura is euphoric

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UntitledThe rain lets up as the sirens start / One world fell in two parts / Remarks silently spoken of reality being broken

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HeartstringsPull and tie into a bow across your chest / connected to helium filled balloons / against the nature of my being

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You're the TopsLeaf tips drip dew of the mornings hue whilst their trees release a secret into the breeze, as a siren would lure you to her depths your nature leads me home. An exhale of relief as fingers trace the contours that lay beneath tough skin, though pale and bruised as once was internal. Melancholy has ceased in a rainforest scene; a lush foliage of greens thrive without constraint, just nurture. Your canopy is of a higher being who shades violent rays from penetrating between any gap or space as we have conversation about the finer things.

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UntitledI ramble on about how I feel regardless of the mass appeal I would rather focus on what is real whether or not it is my own perception. Frisky feminine features portraying what we all hold dearest but it has started to become clearer that it is more of what we fear. An insecurity of ones own self is what has caused a society to melt into an unforgiving judgement of a given level that one can not repel. Why reconcile with another's belief if it only admits defeat and an alter in our minds own dream of what it seems to be. Shake the excess for you will become reckless in thoughts and decision making that once were precious. Instigators pretend to be sweet prefacing confrontational proclamations of who they deem weak.

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