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White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!— Life is a quest and love a quarrel— Here is a place for me to lie. Daisies spring from ****** seeds, And this red fire that here I see Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds, Cursed by farmers thriftily. But here, unhated for an hour, The sorrel runs in ragged flame, The daisy stands, a ******* flower, Like flowers that bear an honest name. And here a while, where no wind brings The baying of a pack athirst, May sleep the sleep of blessed things, The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Weeds

White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!— Life is a quest and love a quarrel— Here is a place for me to lie. Daisies spring from ****** seeds, And this red fire that here I see Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds, Cursed by farmers thriftily. But here, unhated for an hour, The sorrel runs in ragged flame, The daisy stands, a ******* flower, Like flowers that bear an honest name. And here a while, where no wind brings The baying of a pack athirst, May sleep the sleep of blessed things, The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

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died without knowing the truth of what happened. the past unforgiven and never again forgotten. memories lost are now found. no justice in a world that is round. a sadistic amnesia with repair to the damaged mind. my heart breaks with what I find. remembering a soul mate too late. when it mattered the most. I now stalk his ghost. a bodyguard untrusting. a sickness was lusting. evidence remembered but undiscovered. a last will and testament in the wrong hands. npg was his band and 3rdeyedgirl became his new world. he found me when I could not remember. after he died my memory returned. my heart cracked and burned. his essence cremated. his assets debated. his legend unfaded. my soul forever waited. a destiny outdated. an image unhated. a body degraded. now extinguished. pure intentions never mentioned. to bring him back a miracle I wished. I would give anything to make true. to restore his life new. so together we can be two.

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Jun 13, 2017

Jun 13, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC

harmony-sapphire

an undeserving end to a priceless existence

died without knowing the truth of what happened. the past unforgiven and never again forgotten. memories lost are now found. no justice in a world that is round. a sadistic amnesia with repair to the damaged mind. my heart breaks with what I find. remembering a soul mate too late. when it mattered the most. I now stalk his ghost. a bodyguard untrusting. a sickness was lusting. evidence remembered but undiscovered. a last will and testament in the wrong hands. npg was his band and 3rdeyedgirl became his new world. he found me when I could not remember. after he died my memory returned. my heart cracked and burned. his essence cremated. his assets debated. his legend unfaded. my soul forever waited. a destiny outdated. an image unhated. a body degraded. now extinguished. pure intentions never mentioned. to bring him back a miracle I wished. I would give anything to make true. to restore his life new. so together we can be two.

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Moronic feelings Led me to this stage Hyperlectric spotlights burning Faces into brains Unrejected homicide Our side is up in flames Unelected anarchists Fell to their own games Barbaric wreck-hugs Weakened our domain Undivided enemies unhated Blame for bloodstains Repulsive redefectives Are all that will remain But standing in the ashes A martyred carved grave Directed erasal Water on hearts Leader/Unleader Science of Art Oxygen wasted Life torn apart This. End. Is. Us. Now. If I die then I die Where’s the harm or fun in that? If I fall I will fly I inspire truth’s attack

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Oct 23, 2016

Oct 23, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC

parsavagely-kompenere

Eulogical

Moronic feelings Led me to this stage Hyperlectric spotlights burning Faces into brains Unrejected homicide Our side is up in flames Unelected anarchists Fell to their own games Barbaric wreck-hugs Weakened our domain Undivided enemies unhated Blame for bloodstains Repulsive redefectives Are all that will remain But standing in the ashes A martyred carved grave Directed erasal Water on hearts Leader/Unleader Science of Art Oxygen wasted Life torn apart This. End. Is. Us. Now. If I die then I die Where’s the harm or fun in that? If I fall I will fly I inspire truth’s attack

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