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Creating problems for the devil The Devil always inside and beside you Praying help from the world Feeling hopeless even there wasn’t any problem   Creating darkness for the conscience The conscience always hide inside you Pledge loyalty to your problems Feeling hopeless even there wasn’t any problem   Creating complicated paths for the angel…

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Oct 25

WCW

It’s a Wednesday. And I’m crushing on her. So thick and petite at the same time, oh how her essence is so divine. In wake and in bake, her beauty is such a magnificent taste. How I crave, I crave. Her playful mind puts my heart in a rage. Let not that pretty face fool…

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We have these, call them, whatever you might preference at the moment. An epiphany, a catharsis, a smack in the face in expression, the reality of our lives. – Just when the seasons began to express their natural beauty, the leaves that decay to a certain brilliance, representing death and love all the same, Crisp…

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Oct 20

R.O.O.T

I’m just a person learning how to people. The things that I want keep creeping away, life is so evil. The truth, what that is; let it be told. A real description of the undead untold. We fear ourselves on this great big earth. With guns and tongues we slay our own berth. Where is…

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I obsessively worry about the day we finally meet in person. Will you be as beautiful as in the perfectly lit photos that accentuate your flawless skin? Will you see the recognition in my eyes as I pretend to meet you for the first time? Will you see the hours I’ve spent studying you and…

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While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

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When life begins we all depend on love A certain peace, a luxury above. All else that matters cries out loud to hear The blessed virtue of our calm so near. With heart and soul speak of tribulation For every breath gasp a solemn nation. The triggers of our psych’e common known Will always capture…

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If while our lives motor along, we could wonder about what might be real, if we might recall the vision, we recalled when wanting to wander, would we wish upon a clever clarity. – We wanted this, said to ourselves, while the skies blurred our memory, always positioning ourselves to carry on, to carry on,…

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It is when we want to cry, the sound will not come, its expanse, fills our lungs to capacity, short breaths, quiet realities, keeps us moving through a storm, taking a moment, a gasp, yet still there is a desire to find more, know a place we might settle in, get perspective, develop a plan,…

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The waves were splashing, throught the rocks Even they weren’t lonely… A human was watching, friend was playing the guitar Even at that time the feeling was lonely   The rocks was breaking small by small Eventually they got harm from the one they loved A human was thinking, the melody was tooking to another dimension Even…