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Card games*Shuffle my thoughts / bridge my emotions / Build a fortress that can't be moved
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The oldest child.We reach the end, we close our eyes, we hold the blade to our throats, we wonder what's the point anymore? Why go on? The pain is so much more. He comes along, he takes our hands, he takes our pain, He keeps us sane. / (Chorus) / He takes away our fear, he wipes away our tears, he heals all our pain. Yet behind those child eyes, he cowers alone in fear; afraid of his own monster, lurking just beneath. He knows all our pain, he knows all our fears, he's the oldest child here.
@ProvidenceDiscord31
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A Spade a SpadeA gravekeeper by trade / burying the dead to stay alive / with a green thumb and spade
@EvilShredder34
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l/hIn us we lust / The stars they thrust / Into my eyes
@fluorescentmind33
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LOSTTHE EARTH WAS STILL / AS IT SWIRLED AROUND ME / A HAZE OF ASH AND DREAMS
@autumn-whipple39
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The Mournful SoundCobwebs hang white on the frosty air as digging begins / A lone bird on a bush makes its high call, / sharp as the wind through a broken window
@unpolished-ink20
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Heart on a SpadeDust berths from the depths of my lungs / And with it, the serum of my being / I am a metal machine whose cogs have rusted
@zarlengo_9
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my true loveI kissed my true love / Beneath the gurning sun, / I caressed my true love,
@stanley-wilkin16
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Claude McKay was a Jamaican writer and poet. He was a communist in his early life, but after a visit to the Soviet Union, decided that communism was too disciplined and confining. McKay was involved in the Harlem Renaissance and wrote three novels: Home to Harlem (1928), a best-seller which won the Harmon Gold Award f...

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