Then my shoes -- Would Overflow with Pearl It’s led them to me That sea shell held in their hand Spilling out beneath us
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We never said this was love. We said Are you hungry? Did you get home safe? Text me when you wake up. Love lived
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I was intact before you. *** Not whole. Just unbroken. *** The dark knew me. It kept its distance. *** Then you arrived
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How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
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For I have avoided energy for so long, taking the road of apps, gigs and MSG. Xing, I'll be gone. In the vegetable aisles I look for the “Odd Bunch”, because
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You think I’m hurting you But I’m destroying myself There is no health or wealth where I am Was it all a sham I asked you that way
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I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star!! I brushed my teeth today, I should get a GOLD star! I brushed my teeth today, I.... should get a GOLD Star!
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In the centre of town, there's a hill. They call it Steep Hill. Climbing it is a genuine fight I'd recommend…
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First of all do not engage, this is the most important rule and all the following rules hinge on this rule. Do not talk to the subject at any point.
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Winter entralls the Earth... A spark, a burst, a flash of Life... Succumbing Pressure...
The Window Child She waits by the window, pale and small, No laughter answers her quiet call. Books are her friends, their voices glow,
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