When the day is done, and all is said, no one knows, what goes through my head. But the lies they feed,…
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To understand the human mind is something gone and rare, For to look inside and see within surely will only tear, Your…
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What you do When you’re told to change They say what you need Is close in range. Change your clothes Change your…
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My grandmother wears a chain of opals in a bluish, bronze-laced, beaded jewel ring around her neck. They’re warm on her skin,…
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He looks at her, His face covered in awe And the purple crescents stamped under his eyes From the sleepless nights spent…
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My body; a corpse with bullet wounds and slash marks. You’re eyes; the knife cutting me down to the dirt of which…