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the lyrebird
The lyrebird I am,the lyrebird that sits by your window,I come when the sky glows, with presence, amber over blackto mock you while you sleepthe gazing sadistic of the nightMocking ...
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A poem for the ears of the quiet listener.
Comparison To murder one with blade in handTo take a life precisely planned It’s not so easy with a blade Making run that scarlet shadeTo taste the life but not ...
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untitled.
im not sure how to title, i wasn't really sure how to finish it; so i just left it.untitledNothing means anything,No maker of sense.The trader of glory,Says nothing, passion behind ...
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My Hypothesis
im sorry it's really long, and im not sure if it will make sense to anyone besides myself; feedback would be lovely My Hypothesis: I like to push. Over beyond ...
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wasted
not nearly as funny I can’t help but smile When I’m laughing at nothing I’m chocking back vile it’s a joke that I don’t get a story I missed a ...
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disgusted
The higher the shoes, the harder the mask The higher the head, said the face that laughed Higher, happier, head in the clouds Missed it, tricked it, said the head ...