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You Were My SunshineI would sing to you all the time / the song talking about sunshine and / the lover's lover leaving t

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AbandonedAnd so the girl / Who only ever needed a friend / And a shoulder to cry on / Was left / And abandone

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LogophileI am a logophile. A lover of words. / I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed a

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UntitledHe is a hurricane in my throat. A burning in my chest. A sickness in my stomach. / You are the lozen

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I Did Not See ColorI grew up and still live in the "Blackest state in America". / I live simply two counties shy of the

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But the Truth IsBut the truth is, / My dear, / You could break my heart / A million times / In a million little piec

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AutumnMy pen doesn't write anymore / It stumbles and trembles in my hand. / If Autumn were here, she'd und

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Running LateI still look at your empty seat / In Spanish I / And I want to say everyday after roll call / That y

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Too LateI hear buses leaving, cars zooming; I know the time I have is dwindling / I rush to my car, skipping

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I Often WonderI often wonder / Just how easily do a pianist's fingers conform to their keys? / How do guitar strin

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