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How may I destroy you all? That your image be cast away They commentate my rise and remember your fall Celebrate my life and scorn your dying day All of the former,make way for the latter
The cold woman caught my eye It is strange though I never once saw her cry Or even heard her bellow The words to a tune of a lost soul The homeless woman stole my attention How could she live
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
When at a door a common thing Is to knock your hand on that door. But is that door meant to be knocked on? Is your hand meant to knock? Or is your hand meant to build that door
Lips They are much more Than what they say, Even more than that- What do what they say, truly mean? Lips I can't believe what they're used for! They were made with authority;