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She was lucid of thought

She was lucid of thought, she was clear of thought she was sure, she thought through everything, and she considered life, life after death in a morbidity of a time, but where time wandered, she was never sure, and she was lucid of thought, or so she thought, for she considered it a million times, […]

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She was aggrieved

She was aggrieved, she wanted reprieve, he wanted excess, she wanted simplicity, and they all suffered the malcontent, and their marriage was not truly a success, but a mess, with many arguments, and he always spent spent spent, and gambled, and the kids they suffered, and he would never repent, and she never felt like […]

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She walks the world

She walks the world, a shadow of herself, a silhouette even and I am concerned for her health, and I look at her, and at the sorrow in her eyes, and it brings a tear to mine, and I in my emotions, am conscious of myself, conscious for I wish to bring her no further […]

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She walks beside me

She walks beside me in thoughtful mood, she considers everything in her own world, and in her solitude, for she is an island, she is an island when she does so choose.

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She shot you

She shot you, she shot you in the head. She shot you, bang bang. One second gone and you were dead, and with brains and blood everywhere, now what was it worth, and what was it over something absurd, something meaningless, something pointless, something not worth the effort, something because of hatred, something disturbing, someone […]

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She’s gone

Story telling in space, on the way to somewhere distant in time, in a spacecraft with the remnants of the human race, and with memories of Amalie, the singer from the sea, yes, she's gone, she's gone to the beyond, with a pretty song, yes, we remembered her from the break of day, to the […]

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She looks to me

She looks to me, but I do not know how to make things right, because when I say my piece, and when I say what I feel, it is never right, and we always disagree, and on romance we are mostly like two ships passing, not so quietly in the night, and of romance when […]

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She lights the way

She lights the way for me to see, and I walk with her through the trees amidst the lights, and the summer breeze, and she in her red dress she takes my hand, and she leads me to a glade where the waterfall plays, and we can swim for free, and of the day we […]

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She has a boyfriend

She has a boyfriend at the moment, and that is the way luck goes, she has a boyfriend at the moment, and I am left to cuddle, to cuddle myself in the mirror alone, she has a boyfriend at the moment, she has a boyfriend at the moment, and that is the way luck goes, […]

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She finds whatever she finds

She finds whatever she finds, she combs the beach, to the crashing of the waves, and in her silence, she crosses the pebbles loudly, but she is lost in her own mind, and she finds whatever she finds, and in her thoughts, she whiles away the time, passing the seconds and minutes and the hours, […]

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