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I.  The Him   
I came to you and said,  "I am a tree."   
You tickled my feet.   
(Unearthed.  Mortified.)   
I loved you once;  you loved me once;  and there was trust.   
I’m going to plant flowers on your grave.  I will not lay them there.  I will dig into the dirt,  not so far as to find you,  but enough to plant  for the tulips to grow.   
They’ll be yellow  because I love yellow--  that's why I'll put them there.  Because there is  
actually  
something in this world I love.   
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i am the nobody who goes unnoticed. you won't care, i'll deal with it. not much can shake me, my heart resides in serenity where the chill of this world can't touch me. i am the missplaced who sits alone. i don't fit into this world of the flase and tainted. everything is blur. i hear voices, i see silhouettes. i walk alone. and watch the world falling apart. i'm stuck in december. i'm cold. i am the pulse of the hearts. the lonesome ones, of envy and desires. i am the fading. you won't see me. you might hear me. but i don' talk much. i just stay stuck on rewind.
flying out to nowhere  population two or three  dazzling lights under the sea  dancing to a rhythm  can't keep the beat  swim  like a fish  
breathe deep  beads of sweat   leave you lustrous in the dark  clouds of superb confusion  floating home slowly  thanks for the dance
 
 
I killed you  I know I did  The look in your eyes  As we drove to your doom  I might as well have slit your throat  My poor little baby  You had not a choice  I look at my hands  Blood covered hooks  I betrayed your trust  I took and I took  I wish to join you  My very best friend  So I could see  And hold you again  But would you want me?  The taker of life  Or would you hide  Fearing the strife?   
Michael May 8th, 2008
She was such a gentle girl,  growing up only knowing paper and books,  but yet behind her innocent eyes,  lies the tears of years gone by.   
She loved her brothers,  father and mother,  she disliked very little,  besides her solemn solitude.   
Every night she prayed,  that a little light would come her way,  but she would only be answered,  by the tears that never left the darkness.   
Then, finally it came to her,  a warmth never felt before,  and that day she packed  all of her belongings and said goodbye.   
She tried moving into the city,
Let me get this straight?  You think you, talking like t|-|!5  Are better than me?  You can beat me in a video game,  So I'm a 'n00b'?  Boy, quiet!  I'm half your age and  You don't even take the time  To use proper grammar like me.  "1ts a g4m3, u dont n33d prpr englsh lol"  You don't need it,  But before you go calling me a n00b,  Ask yourself, who's the one typing like  A kindergartner?
a murder of crows dies  
on terms of words and burns  while i writhe  a worm  in a land of angel clones  buried in jellyfish and penguin bones  pummeled in a hail of breasts and stones  banging on stumps like drums  with drunken stumbling feet and tongues  whatever comes again and comes  cloth clubs with goth bugs and dead clowns  muffled up and swept under the rug  swordid swords boring holes in doors  
and floors to gore the poor  and you wonder why i say that you're the one that i adore.  you shouldnt lose another life;  you only get one more.  i learned t

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