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I slept hard as a bear That eats so much food in a dark cave, What no one notices all the time, My ears can hear, but I have weary tears; Beyond the walls, there is so much fear,
Remember when you broke your right hip? It came as a shock to me. There you were, the picture of health, And only eighty three.   Of course, you were most disgruntled.
Blindfolded, we enter the world. Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents On our back, Lacking that which education had promised. Has promised. On our future coffee tables lie
Blindfolded, we enter the world. Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents On our back, Lacking that which education had promised. Has promised. On our future coffee tables lie
every time you pay me mind i think i'll find  a new light in your eyes and every time you brush by i think you might decide to hold me tight but every time i think i'm right you kindly remind 
  I was a latent volcano with lust to erupt only I didn’t know it, the sides of my mouth curling upwards in grotesque clown grins
White clothes wipe off her face. The palette that covered her face now gone.
There's a coursing river coming right at you no dams or cares that's a fact. But I hope you know something, this honesty isn't fantasy. I'm not a funny page, I'm imbuing knowledge
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I esteem.
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?  
A hot boiling pot of water
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