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On top of this dusty plateau, stands a crowd of people all tied by the same obscession. Lured by the need for expression you stand amongst us. To control the masses we conjure a form of art. This page is dedicated to such a deed. Below is just a few of my writings, hope you enjoy! gen~ | |||||||||||||||||
| Your Rainbow | ||||||||||||||||||
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A man of many colors some dark as they can be. While some aren't shown to others others shine so brilliantly. He shows me all his colors and yet I'm not afraid. His heart he's opened to me and there my head I've laid. Some colors he can't see himself and feels are not possessed. The hidden beauties I can see out weigh the loneliness. This man, a rainbow he does display which I am priveleged to see. And I hope and pray that he will always show his beauty to me. | |||||||||||||||||
| More or Less | ||||||||||||||||||
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More to life then living and dying more to life then pain and crying. More then the feelings I was receiving more then lies, more then decieving. Less love for you now in this heart less of this weight for me to cart. Less worrying, no more for you less of your words I thought rang true. Less of me for you to hurt less of my soul buried in the dirt. Stabbing myself in the heart I have to confess, I can love you no more ....or less. | |||||||||||||||||
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