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- 08:22 am
“fear is such a vicious thing/ it wraps me up in chains/ find out find out what this fear is about”
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- 5
- 08:07 am
“if you read between the lines/ you’ll know that i’m just trying to understand/ the feelings we lack
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- 7
- 08:23 am
“The night, New York, sardonic and alert, / Offers a soul to your reluctant dirt.”
- 4 comments
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- 10
- 07:34 am
“the common fate of all: / Into each life some rain must fall, / Some days must be dark and dreary”
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- 06:43 am
“In vain I scowl and pout; / A frown is no extinguisher— / It does not put him out!”
- 20 comments
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- 08:12 am
“leave me alone in the dark / i am shedding my skin / i need to harden my heart”
- 8 comments
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- 02:20 pm
“it was gone / i cannot put my finger on it now / the child is grown / the dream is gone”
- 7 comments
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- 09:29 am
“there’s no blood there’s no alibi / ’cause i’ve drawn regret / from the truth of a thousand lies”
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- 24
- 07:19 am
“Can it be very wrong / To dream of ways I did not tread? / To weep for words I never said?”
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- 07:28 am
“i love the girls and the money and the shame of life / my shallow mind is just a sign of your game”
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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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