Wishful

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I Wonder...

I Wonder...

I spied two stars in the skies tonight
bathed in twilight's cerulean hue.
One shone strong,...

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What if...

What if...

What if...

What if we could see beyond colour & creed

What if people’s prejudices could...

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Idkyoutellme

Three days without me
Your minds on eventually
And I can't help but think
Maybe it was...

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To Be Victorious...

In order to be victorious,
One must first be defeated.
For only those who have been defeated...

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SATAN'S LOVER WANNABE

SATAN'S LOVER WANNABE

You remind me of something I've seen on T.V.

You want to show that you live and love on the...

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When you wish upon a star.....

When you wish upon a star...by Jude kyrie

Stars are shining brightly
across the night sky.
You seem so fascinated by the stars
...

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Dreams

if we could only feed ourselves with dreams
starvation would be an empty idea
since dreams...

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I wish...

I wish...

I wish she was stone cold sober
I wish she was a happy loving mother
I wish she was stone...

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Restart.

Restart.

Would I love ...
The mist created by rain
Gloomy days spent in bed
Dancing alone in my...

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Money turns a burning world.

Money turns a burning world.

lay down and rest your pretty little head
keep what's left and use it to fight
what's left to...

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Superstition

Dance and dance until it rains
Smoke your pipe for peace
Roll a dice just once or twice...

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Whisper to me...

Like a grain of sand I've got your hand in an hour glass and time is ours to spend
Like the pain we...

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UN DEAD!

 UN DEAD!

Hush, Quite, Silence
Something seems off balanced
NO up
Or left
No Down nor...

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My Only Ever...

My Only Ever...

Sitting cross legged,
A sunny spring day,
The breeze fragrant
With the forest and...

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Roaming Time

Roaming Time

Time stands still,
And yet it is,
Not of my will,
To be the person they see,
To...

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Moss

Moss

Mine is the oldest room of the house,
It has come to smell of an age now.
In the back wall,...