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| each pen mark ...| caffeine withdrawl, and writers block | He who claims .. | You pronounce your T | dreams are dreams | I am not shakespeare | So many boys.. | Is that my heart.. |



	each pen mark complicates my hands... Your hands, those long slender fingers, that my face needs to feel. are old and wrinkled, from my brains complusions... Still...their stories are told, their expressions so clear, when drawn across my ear. a loose ear ring lost its jewel through my sigh... The hole in my ear, is a tunnel to my thoughts, a path to the damned. i need compassion music eating my inner fears A lullaby, a soothing melody, to lay your fears to rest... dreamy nightmares induce my beating heart.. To sleep within, yet escape without... That's my dreamy nightmare. ...also my nocturnal horse guddy up now, ya hear!! Listen to the hooves... The slap of leather, and a cloud of dust. the wind, whispering sweet melodies remembering the old times once again... Why can't I sweep you up, up, and up...off your feet and dance with you on the wind to those sweet old memories? left my megaphone with broken records, scared within my arms. only for you do i dance unholy measures echoing with charm, sweet memories can fade but never bring us harm... They make my body reverberate. Don't stop...ever. never. Mystique....Yours lives in me, I taste it and become it. candy kisses drown me I could die no sweeter death. so they say.. life is like a box of chocolates.. A Whitman Sampler, filled with chocolate delights, to satisfy you. a petty excuse for a hormone rage.. A petty rage, for a hormone excuse! =P

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