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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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109322
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a name is what you are, and a name is a wall between. one day let me be earth, so you may be allowed to say you love me. for now i am separate. i'm afraid that's how i will die, and …
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18864
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in a corner:bones spun of silk and honeymarbles caught at high tideyou swore you thought it wasfleaf licker and…
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18620
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you say the things you sayand paint my profile infreckles, spend an extratwo hours glancecastingsideways to shift the impliedwhat of what might…
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98100
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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1360
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larger than the mind or room
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100710
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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133192
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I will die in Paris on a rainy day.
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100
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My love is something like that.
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1800
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You are falling asleep and shutting and giving and you will trick yourself into thinking you're real.
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2701
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He and I made an indoor scene, a still diorama of age and hair white as stilettos of snow.
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28742
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94800
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gods aren’t going to help you son
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700
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I say all this to / witness disappearance
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