Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
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idea
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by
Chras4
Sun May 02 2004 at 4:45:21
wounded
the
dove
endures his arrow
she
conceals
beneath the brush
protected from
predators
awaiting
solace
or
sleep
whichever arrives first
She started to fall, and knew she would never come back
A wounded deer leaps highest
gaining night vision
When did everyone get so attractive?
Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars
If you have to cry, do it in the shower
Come, heavy sleep
Beyond the Calculus of hidden meanings and symbols
You don't know fear
The future comes screaming and shattered, fragmented, howling through midnight cobblestone streets
Walking the spaces between the words
As from the darkening gloom a silver dove
These are the memories I never had
Javelinized Heart
The only place I ever go is the grocery store.
the woods, my only solace
The agony of birds
CKY
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how
How a key opens a lock
Die Hand Die Verletzt
Oh woe is me
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