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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Holding shelf
Head pains
and creep stains
loud nothing comes to me
all that I have to free
eyes grow heavy in the night
falling asleep but still I fight
your not the old self
but I still hold the shelf
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A path for the creation
The uncatchable
Try turning the lights on
Don't die, try to stay awake
Holding shelf
We live in the garden
I choose...
It's good to have a hero
What happened to Duke?
Am I alive?
Blessed curses bless
stealing comedy for good
comin back
The mile
Tool head
unawesome spaz
Nothing is clear
A little is more
meeting strange
The calm
Hectic is withdrawal
I saw I can do it (so I can)
I'm a winner (Who makes kids cry)
Searching for shiver
Waiting
High noon numbness
A misdirected rose
Forgetting to give
Numbing style pace
More darkness is the want
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