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We stand in the cold wet street
to the soft drum of our heart beat Composing with are knives cutting out all our lies (more)...
collides with her bleached blonde hair the streets climb the country side. To the despair (more)...
The day was bright and vivid, like a summer day that you once pictured, while young and far away. A young man ponders the things in life that matter, family, friends, even love, no, especially the latter. This young man knows, friends, being part of yourself, some friends an arm others just a finger, but all equally as valuable and as precious as each other. (more)...
a slight rain there is no where else to go I know where the type-writer sits with the cat (more)...
The day was bright and vivid, like a summer day that you once pictured, while young and far away. A young man ponders the things in life that matter, family, friends, even love, no, especially the latter. This young man knows, friends, being part of yourself, some friends an arm others just a finger, but all equally as valuable and as precious as each other. (more)...
a colloquy in due time My so called girlfriend came knocking when (more)...
the night streets of NYC, the farthest thing from a sharp hipster looking for an angry fix. (more)...
that have been discovered so far--the most intelligent. --Nietzsche (more)...
A lock of enchantment, the huon pine forest thrives, its golden wood now left untouched by the forest's preengaged (more)...
flowers in bloom, and training in the south. I hear children playing, beers being opened, more annoying bugs, and fewer buses. (more)...
I wasn't fighting to not let her go. I couldn't not walk away. I was lost. (more)...
Light reflected from above Now shine in brown eyes (more)...
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