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...Where the dandelions roar...
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then I shall stay the monster under your bed and eat your nightmares away.
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my lips trembling like seismic plates causing earthquakes in my head
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Crayola scribbles don't have that sincere flow.
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when feet ache like squished tomatoes
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our lemons are the pink of a plump babe and a laughter we cry
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All the young knights spent perchance, fighting bad with sword and lance.
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More graves dug,more souls silenced - their mothers' cries are now forgotten.
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I need to remember you, because not remembering you is hurting you and watching you get hurt, hurts me.
19%
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The odyssey of theodicy
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