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Cool Man, Cool

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Blood-letting

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I sit alone

I know somewhere there must be one star to shine my way. Where is it&;#063; that's a bit tougher to a

Attention

We often find ourselves paying a heavy price for things we have no control over

T

The perfection of our love is staggering. The imperfections of the past are haunting.
Cherry

Hidden

I watch him almost everyday. I watch him now, through the reflection in his bedroom window. See the expression on his face, the deep lines of...

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My Talking Heart

I am talking to you and yet I am not. The words and phrases come from me but not my mind and my thoughts. All my words all my dreams to you and for...

Dreams

Sometimes we wish That they could be real. Sometimes we dont Want them to be. Sometimes they are Good and hopeful. Sometimes they are Bad and dredful...

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