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Seeing is BelievingTravel hard and take life screaming and kicking white flowers off green stems spinning childish desire at once young and without age, not eternal but infinitely sadSeeing is Believing
Reel and turn sweet face in the mirror, leave with me and we'll never look each other in the eyes again and we'll never grow old without seeing there are no shadows without shining light no meaning in absent minds no better than the original but better than the best greater than anything more stone-ridden than our ancestors strong like wild desire growing old in
by ~wretchedteddy
CommisarCommisar, How are you fairing? How goes the rote dole today? Doleful, I hope, dolefulCommisar
as the day you die leaves with you and the halos, counterfeit. I should have guessed.
by ~wretchedteddy
TodayToday Life is traffic and beating horns and spilling gases and oilToday
and asses sweating into leather seats
Tomorrow might be all rainshine and sunclouds echoes and rebounds and words left carelessly lying about
like Yesterday, today has little meaning until you sleep into waters that drift away with you under bridges you built undreaming
Today for me is like a slip into a happy puddle that soaks your shoes and your socks won't be dry until half past lunch.
by ~wretchedteddy
Hail to the WeekendLike summer you wait for me in June I love you I'll see you real soon.Hail to the Weekend
In October when you are gone for good In December I see you as an ex-lover should
Hail to the Weekend
I'm fine on a swing in the sky We're in the mountains watching the edges and I
'm coming down with our footsteps so high I'm wretched you're sleeping as I
Hail to the Weekend
Get out! Get out, get out, get out! And wave those pretty eyes Scream and shake and I 'll Crown you Alive and we'll &
by ~wretchedteddy
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We seek out others, So that we may judge them, So harsh and unfair We wreak our own havoc, And leave them crying, Gasping for air
We inflame the passions, Of all those we meet, We set off reactions, To gain strength over the weak
With murderous intent,
We so vainly strive, To hold sway over another, To convince them to close their eyes
All thoughts on us, Is somehow what we need, It matters not what we know, All that matters is what we perceive
We practice deception,
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My brother's wifeToday he kissed me, in places I blush to mention In his arms I learned all about heaven. He held me until the sun went down Whispering words I longed to hear.My brother's wife
We met in secret for he was my brothers friend And of this he just wouldn't understand. He had to go, but he'd be back We made love again before he left.
I waited all day for him to return It was after eleven when I heard his car. I rushed to my window to catch a glimpse of him And what I saw I couldn't comprehend.
He had his lips all over my brother's face A hand on his ass and one in his
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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
He lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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These are just words. They are made of letters. They have nothing to do with what I am saying . . .
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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
He lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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These are just words. They are made of letters. They have nothing to do with what I am saying . . .
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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
He lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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These are just words. They are made of letters. They have nothing to do with what I am saying . . .
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I know how the devil sleeps at night
He lights the fire behind my eyes
He lets it there and I let it lie
I know how the devil sleeps at night
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