Who would cry
At the fall of a saint?
The market price of goodwill
Has long since plunged
To bankruptcy.
Surely more than
A handful
Would have need
To bandage
A bleeding ticker.
Our hearts have become
Butterknives,
Blunt and spreading
The last crumbs of humanity
Into the holes of our heads.







Devious Comments
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This is the erternal sunlight and all you can do is put it into a box and stick it at the bottom of your closet.
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For some reason, people on the street give me a weird look when I introduce myself as a deviant...
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I found a note with another name.You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same.'Cause I can feel that you're gone.Can't bite my tongue forever,While you try to play it cool.You can hide behind your story,But don't take me for a fool.
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{Juliet loves a beat and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.}
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{Juliet loves a beat and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.}
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{Juliet loves a beat and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.}
Cheers!
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For one day, love, I shall run with thee through endless woods. I shall kiss thy lips of flame. I shall hold thy hand of water. I shall follow thy feet of the Earth. I shall feel thy breath of Wind. Our spirits will join. One day, love.
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{Juliet loves a beat and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.}
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I found a note with another name.You blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same.'Cause I can feel that you're gone.Can't bite my tongue forever,While you try to play it cool.You can hide behind your story,But don't take me for a fool.
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