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Ella

Ella

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Victory

Desperation looks good on you he s


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She

She was created within the mind of
Without master but for her Maker
Love and innocence embodied attrac
He chose her for his testimony to
Without accident he chose her for


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A Crappy Poem Hurts

I made you read my crappy poem. Y


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Say When

I watch you try to sleep and my he
I knew you were something special
Ammonia breath, I try not to crin
I have to save you to save myself,
The doctor says there’s a cure but


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The artists gift

And what shall I give you but my


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The Fire

I could not speak when the flames
A train of sound roars through the
Fire trucks everywhere, my dog onc
Try to sleep. body twitching, a mi

Zombie

There is a zombie in my house. Sh

From A Million Hearts, A Womans Resentment

I resent the small amount of value
I resent your willingness to confi
I resent your total lack of effort
I resent being so easy about every
I resent the fact that you don’t r

Today

Today for a moment I was a wealth
Today for a moment I was a busine
Today for a moment I was the doct
Today for a moment I was shopping

Wasted

It took my breath you know, took i
I have lost my voice trying to jus


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Daughter

Do you know how precious you are?


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Down

Gravel in my teeth, bended knee ag


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Real

A breeze brushed against my skin s
I lay there thinking about the bil
Do they shine without a receiver,
And what of the child who leaves t

Number 12

Casually well kept, sitting beside
Ipad implanted via ear buds entert

Time has its way

Born with it all to give not reall
and die wishing you had more to pu
of those who’ve dared love you.
It becomes easier to go when littl
on to the great unknown, somewhere


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Some

Some ears hear but do not listen,
Some eyes look but will not see,
Some hearts feel but refuse to lov
Some hands hurt but never heal,
Some feet run away and can not sta

Son

Red haired boy looking like a prin

Gods Irish Flock

Blue eyes see better in the dark a
Irish hearts are more comfortable
Songs seem more potent,
something like heavy cream,
with a little bit of tragedy lovin

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