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Stress is undefined

Howzit, slang, what’s up man, whoa calm down Stress
How much do you know that you should calm down...

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Back in the day

Back in the day
things weren’t
this way,
we’d all run together
get along, and...

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Tumultuous

All in a blurb
perturbed and disturbed when needs go unheard make a turn to the word and what you...

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Tumultuous

Tumultuous

All in a blurb
perturbed and disturbed when needs go unheard make a turn to the word and what you...

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Karma

With everyday that goes by.
I'm starting to lose the feeling to cry, and I'm starting to feel so...

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Broken on the inside

Brokenness

Broken on the inside

Broken broken on the inside

Our eyes are but a window to our souls. They're the gates that...

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Where Love Once Lived

Where Love Once Lived

The home a shell, where love once danced,
In beautiful motion, of synchronisation,
Where...

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Peace, Peace, how could you

Peace, Peace, how could you not stop War?
Thou should stop him, oh, I know thee should

Peace...

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All That Remains

All That Remains

The turmoil the bain, of parallel lives,
Self destruction inconvenient, forever mis-timed,
An...

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I come upon the winding...

I come upon the winding road in the thicket


I come upon the winding road in the thicket
with a candle on my forehead, forging ahead...

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The protective bubble

The bubble says, do you know where I went when I was popping off? But the invisible says, I know where you...

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7 Deadly Sins

7 Deadly Sins

I
Steely blade beckons me,
Nocturne sets darkness free.
Savor edge across tongue,...

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Looming over sunshine...

Looming over sunshine wrinkles in the front lawn

Looming over sunshine wrinkles in the front lawn
on my moon patio, in my house shoes.
...

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My Memory Man

My Memory Man

When things get rough and good times seem far between and few
I can hardly recognize an old day...

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Mahoney -

Mahoney -

Mahoney -

great pride is in your arms, muscled possibilities the evident quest for water fishing...

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My avenue of good

My avenue of good

I was sleeping on the park-bench
When I saw a man approach me

He was weary – I felt tired...