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 IN THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE AND SO WE TRY TO PERCEIVE THAT IT IS ACCESSIBLE FOR THOSE OF US WHO ACHIEVE THE INCOMPREHEN... [read more] |
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I am broken by the devil he tears me apart I am Murdered on the altar of my flesh Cast into fear blasphemed and destroye... [read more] |
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My love is split like my soul and heart broken into pieces shattered memories of the past my heart is condemned to be torn Between my... [read more] |
 The other day got an email from Groupon Informing me I should use a coupon My jaw hit the floor When I saw what the coupon was f... [read more] |
 "broken by grace" it wasn’t revelation— not the bright‑lit kind that asks for belief with its staged haze and bo... [read more] |
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IN THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR ONE CAN DROWN IN TEARS THERE SEEMINGLY UNAWARE THAT IT'S BEST TO BEWARE OF THE WAY WE COMPARE ALL THAT OTHERS DECLA... [read more] |
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It was a sunny Tuesday morning When suddenly, without warning.. 'HOLY SHIT!!!' 'A second plane has hit..' ... [read more] |
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I want to hear you say I want to hear you say that you need me I want to hear you say that you love me I want to hear you say that you... [read more] |
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No More There is no more I love you There is no more I miss you There will no more looking into your eyes and getting lost in them The... [read more] |
 he knows what overfatigue means when he picked up a malfunctioning e-scooter that he... [read more] |
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When I see or hear words being used to demean or hurt another used with malicious or hostile intent…. used by strangers on the street... [read more] |
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"the road back" The doors slide back on guides of simple choice, A single step dividing then from now. We split our wor... [read more] |
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"one day in July" The doors slide back on hinges made of chance, A single step divides what's then and now. We split o... [read more] |
 I'm coming for you, motherfucker. Did you think I couldn't reach you? You think I don't know who you are? Today's your lucky day, mot... [read more] |
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savoury feast ( an epulaeryu ) A ladle lifts the broth’s amber swirl as though some ancient hearth were waking; ... [read more] |