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The drunken truth
Frozen once againHollow in a shellI melt in the wakeTurn solid with the night.How will this endwith time never endingand me descending in a drunken tranceWatching something they call danceWith ...
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Greenbelt 3
A thousand words floating vicariously through the airWatch the men and women gatherIs this for an escape?A haven to play A mig-shift heaven to layA thousand words floating vicariously through ...
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I am an Alien
His eyes green, his favorite colorHis neck old and wrinkled, tendency to look like his motherOld and gray Nomadic whereabouts In a nicotine chaseWhat a constant race, cough a lung, ...