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- 09:04 am
"The Lightning, like an Arab, crossed / The moon's dark path on high"
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- 11:29 am
"What can you read in November / That you read in April / When winter's dead?"
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- 6
- 08:55 am
"god is the sweat running down his back / the water soaked her blonde hair black"
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- 7
- 08:16 am
"i guess she thought / i was all right / all right in a sort of a limited way / for an off-night"
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- 08:50 am
"burst like a star: for here there is no place / that does not see you. You must change your life."
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- 20
- 11:29 am
"it's the terror of knowing what this world is about / watching good friends screaming 'let me out'"
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- 07:47 am
"with all reverence I would say / Let God do his work, we will see to ours. / Bring in the candles."
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- 25
- 09:02 am
"i tip on alligators/ and little rattlesnakers/ but i'm another flavor/ something like a terminator"
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- 26
- 12:47 pm
"it's a fine romance but it's left me so undone / it's always darkest before the dawn"
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- 31
- 01:08 pm
"And, O, sad emblems of entire neglect, / In rank luxuriance, the nettles spread"
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Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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