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 exploredon't dick your own ass forever;let someone else try it;they may demonstratea technique and stylecompletely foreign to you;exhilerati... [read more] |
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incentivizeincentivizeincentivizeinculcate, manipulate, exploit;the youth are the future!teach them what to thinkbefore how to think;free cr... [read more] |
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for your troubles, your painsyour sorrows, your grievances;top-shelf triple distilled name brandwhis s s s skey. [read more] |
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flowing fluid formmanic high skyrocketinginto crashing depressive low;form fluid flowingself-conscious existence. [read more] |
 A giant tear rollson the face of moonand intend to ask, why did you crave forthe thing which youdon't get.And then you wouldsmile to match t... [read more] |
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Words throw usapart in the desert ofeyes, where no rainscome now.Misty lips don'tleave the imprints onthe frozen face.It was very cruelof ti... [read more] |
 Natural composition Forming melodic precision Embodied in your stance And in your subtle glance I crave to see you at every chance Your comp... [read more] |
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drink, don't think;why despair? get impaireddelightfully indifferent;let the world take care of itselfor self-destruct spectacularly. [read more] |
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feeling increasingly disconnectedfrom the world i'm thrown into;indifferent to racial injustice activismLGBTQ activism, liberal progressivis... [read more] |
 Buried in delusion languishing in despair the fallen angels cry the clear path uncharted leaves and dense brush cloud t... [read more] |
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[to Patriciajj, postpoems' finest poet] To tell BlueLevels the truth of that time and that friendship---the courage required for that... [read more] |
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The limpid lake and its warm mist, this dawn, are like evidences of love exchanged between souls through fleshs' naked medium. Kyakuc... [read more] |
 Feeling sorry for this world, everyone has had so much time to dwell on everything and to make something out of nothing it's sad I wish I co... [read more] |
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Hey, Unc . . . may I send you a question? [read more] |
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Five males practice String Serenade, by Tchaikovsky; shoeless, shirtless, just jeans and socks; their concert makes more than just sound res... [read more] |