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MyselfMy body is fine / It is not fine wine / It is not damn fine / but its fine / "My body" is a foreign
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Feb 24, 2015
The Ship has sailedThere is no fatigue that is not of the wind, / with storms that land on seas blow in. / Speckled dus
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Feb 20, 2014
I miss you, I miss herWhen I close my eyes / In those times when my mind wanders / An image of you makes my heart sting /
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Nov 10, 2013
Life didn't tell meI use to think all I needed was to run away / to make a life for myself in pine filled scents of rai
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Oct 4, 2013
Under youI'm afraid of where this all may lead / It happened faster than a wound can bleed / As if in all my
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Aug 25, 2013
ToastIt is on this day / The eve on the 'morrow / that my insatiable hunger cannot be satisfied / It is o
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May 15, 2013
Its in every glanceIn this, I feel / Shaky hands that cannot type / My breath unable to catch like coats on a hanger /
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May 13, 2013
The Morning Begins AgainMy eyes sharply snap / My breathing broken from nightmares ripping apart / The screaming is my own v
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May 5, 2013
SweetCleaning out the dirt left in the kitchen / Found something great, something special, / Sweet poison
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Feb 24, 2013
That time I ran awayThe plague is running red now / My heart is pit-pattering something fierce / The storm is raging har
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Feb 16, 2013
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