Why don't you do it?
Wield your conscience like a hammer
And crush my shell before it cools
I'd like to feel a little worse
For not being the right sort of me.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Hall Way
Not a room, a between A stretch of doorway A strip of decision A place for running and bouncing and playing If a toddler is consulted Perha...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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