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The first thing I would ask for Is the answers to tomorrow’s calculus test Because I could spend eternity Asking all the right questions But the calculus test is tomorrow  
Love is wild, Like a flower.   When you like a flower you just pluck it, When you love a flower you water it daily...  You nourish it, Heal it, Rejuvenate it,
On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations
One night, as I slept, I dreamt a dream of voices. In my dream,  I saw young choirs, In the choirs, I saw young children.   But no matter what,  I heard wonderful singers-
So deep, so deep. Sarcasm is my towel.
Maybe I’m just too deep.
My favorite color is blue.
Training these eyes with darknessBreeding these ears in silenceLearning to speak without wordsTrickling down crimson against porcelainRavishing blue against a black backgroundBeautiful twirled silk dipped in sunlightBlending this Icelandic scene a
There's a song for every story a story for every song. It's one thing you can count on in the days that are so long.
The things I’ve been through Written about, which hold the Story line of my past. And I hope that the reader Can learn and laugh along with me. Feel my frustrations Realize the fullness of the path
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