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Every petal painted pink and prime,Green leaves arranged with perfect symmetry,A few bright shades with which to tell a life,And yet a yearning in the purity. Structure formed and inside wholly planned,Meticulously minding every speck,Ideal distri
Fear is a blanket I draw overhead A safe place to hide from words that I've said From missteps that haunt me in slumber, still
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled. The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue, Employs emotion, though no form is curled. On flesh, a chain of plugs will here subdue.
you reached within my ribcage and pulled out my whispering heartit beat like the wings of birds again, you beg me to love youbut i am a false aphrodite, a dead deity
Dig away from all the dissappointment I get lonley in caves all by myself. Thoughts lose everything all in the moment, Scraping nails upon walls, all blood runs high.  
Villus burnished chassis still so lush. Pulchritude soars bound for my sulfur soul. Sets fire inside to the abandoned brush, Waiting to fry sitting on beds of coals.   Yet these beds are only simmering skin,
Shall I compare thee to your brilliant self? May your intelligence pray tell more lines? When I see your books sitting on the shelf It reminds me of your wonderful rhymes Sometimes I recall your serious death
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