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Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,The kabob that is my body searing, skeweredOver scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand.Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance,
Words wander around wildly. Worldwide the words fly. The words wander wonderlessly. Wonderfully waiting until 
I had a dog Rover;He wouldn't roll overI tried over and over;But He wouldn’t roll over.Roll over Rover !
Suggestive of a Song   What one has loved with youthful infatuation,  what one has admired with childlike captivation; 
You need your sleep Night is better than day Close your eyes Staple them shut if you must And sleep for me Breathe for me
Silence. For years, only silence. And fear… no song.   Never testing the limits, Never pushing the envelope, Never hearing the song.
I feel drops of water on my thigh Is it raining? No I could hear it hitting down hard Sobbing, heaving, choking Is it raining? No The sounds are coming from me Balled up on my bed
Tied To Tough Trees The Bouncing Baby Bumblebees Took Turns Turning Teas   Tiny Tots Tip Top Blowing Bubbles Bouncing Bop Tiny Tots Top Tip
I Daddy wraps his arm round Mommy's waist. Mommy holds my hand. She knows her love's not a waste.  Brother grips my small fingers with love and face aglow.  Sister clings to Daddy's leg threat'ning to ne'er let go.
She always said the leaves were                                                   t                                                        u                                                             r
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning  Please seek some seeds to sort some singing  Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging 
Love is a four-letter word Accompanied by a hashtag before it And an idyllic image of feet and hands and sun and sand shortly after Love is a catchy little tune
You didn't look back As you sped away, my heart turned black Heavy and hollow, it sensed the coming pain My sun became rain Love down the drain You didn't look back I love too much
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.   Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.  
Blindfolded, we enter the world. Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents On our back, Lacking that which education had promised. Has promised. On our future coffee tables lie
Wuthering, withering, whiteness, Watching wanderers wonder, Wishing whispers will Welcome winter with Warning wild   Wanting worlds won’t
"Never again" History's a cruel mystery But how clever a pen Cinema's sentiment's more cinnamon-sweet We're amateur janitors just been sent in to sweep Epilogue for a demagogue when we set him asleep
Sometimes you look at me as though i’ve never kissed a girl before. I cannot tell if it is pity or love which causes you to fret over my virgin lips.
I am a tsunami. The water waxes and wanes at my will, Captivating and crucifying the shoreline.   You are a wildfire. Endowed with incalculable miles, Extinguished by the hands of others.
Barbara Bea borrowed a ball The burgundy ball bounced Bounced to a boy Named Barry Burke
Andrew argued angrily about what allegedly occurred. 
I wish I were among the stars There is better than where we are I'd shine above the world below And sparkle when I wanted so Down here on solid ground there's hate Life comes with all this stress and weight
Black sand, burning my feet On this island of pestilence I stand Each step, a searing heat But only my heart will it brand.   Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
A Business Calamity By: Jake P   Attractive to All Apparently Altering Animals Artificially At this Aside   Best of the “Bad” Bettering Beasts By Battery Believing it Brave
Pretty Little Lady, with your roses and your scars, Pretty Little Lady, with your eyes as bright as stars, Pretty Little Lady, with your bruises and your laugh, Pretty Little Lady,
Aching aged acre 
Me without a filter is a home without the realtor I'm independent I'm meant to be more than what society's telling me selling me without the sticker that says I'm old, off the kilter
It's that trap muzak misspelled rap muzak or crap muzak either way it's that muzak I miss the days when Raven Symone was black muzak hope Musiq Soulchild comes back but not back muzak
Glossy green marbleClicks beneath heels of black bootsThe sun glints through stained glassGlowing colorsGlass storiesPainted picturesEmerald light shines brightly upon my face
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas, Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases, Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
Is it easy to boggle the baffled brain? Shall we begin to believe that to baffle the boggled brain goes beyond the boundary of basic beliefs?
People plan to partake in pondering this painful piece of the
Impotent Impressionism, Simply symbolism; Raucous Romantics, Nationally narcissistic: Mystical Music.
CallConfused consciousClear connectionConverse calmlyCompliment commonalitiesCleanlyComposure crumblesColors corrodeCalamities collideCavedClickCry
Stalking shadows watching, wondering.
Can candy, cars, chemicals, catapults, carts, coats, and calcium correctly corrode? Or will wacky workers waste willingness to warp walls of waste without winning? Word-load! 
A vacant vessel, void of hope or faithA sundered soul, despairing, dying, lostSo it remains, a restless, roving wraithUntil it can collect for Charon's cost.
You are just a fleck of foam floating on a frothing sea of father’s fickle fury. Your feet are flayed to fresh flesh and you have long since fallen to the final floor. The fleeting fire of your failing eyes flashes
You need bandaging You want to be bent into four and bundled into quilted blankets To be with yourself and build up a burning heat To sweat out the beast’s waste
  Dead! My love is dead! Taken from me prematurely By silver wrought through his heart, Murdered By a man no more virtuous than himself Immortal heart impaled My sisters slayed, bodies flayed
Three Fates fathomed a fellow to figure Facsinating that which is feral and foul  To be fervid and satisfying; A furious felicity.   Three moaning eyes, muttering movements of demise,
The wind whips within The windows, whining To be free, falling, frozen In time forever, But it bows out because Its blood is too thin Or maybe much too thick For this warm morning
Devising, Drawing, Drafting Daring to Dream, Dictating new Designs that haven't been seen. Evolving Examples, Efficiently Engineering Excitement, Establishing and Exanding the world.
Slippery SAl slipped slowly sideways in his slippers as see's seagulls sipping soda through straws.
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