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crimson
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crimson dream the shades of black and red blur to oblivion shapes fade and thoughts swell vulcan winks and burning smells effluviate my mind. purple hair and grisly stare infection in the wind. a deep red chair invites my care sucks me in and surrounds my spine. balloons and fire nobody's eyes. the key to your answer the lock to a rhyme. born of a wolf and a raven in a cave outside the fringes of fluxism bringing a lack of perspective and a container for elimination of thought. what do you call the area around a sundial? and what plays there?
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birdmad
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the bright streaks as i tore into my flesh with the blade and soaked the pages of that_letter i want to hate you but i know i can't
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Robin
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Its not enough for you that I'm wounded you need a novel, a history, a list just to convince So you're all the same or I'm just redundant everytime, every one Its all the same to me stay or leave There will be another conformed, molded to be just like you late night apologies crimson roses, faded kisses diluted prose and you're all here to wear me through to break me down to the dust. . .
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skg
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Who can tell me if we have heaven Who can say the way it should be Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet Angel's tears below a tree. You talk of break of morning As you view the new aurora Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses One a thousand nights and one night Earth's last picture, the end of evening Hue of indigo and blue A new moon leads me to Woods of dreams and I follow A new world waits for me; My dream, my way. I know that if I have heaven there is nothing to desire. Rain and river, a world of wonder May be paradys to me. I see the sun... I see the stars... Enya (remember)
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dls
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i am sorry... and i love you.
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010508
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unique butterfly
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and gray. my school colors.
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kerry
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her eyes pop out like ping-pongs face ever-reddening crimson blush firehot redhots surfacing til i think she may explode in my face and burn off all my skin and it's like she could make my soul char and rub off in her fingertips... if she screamed loud enough. her fists clench like iron fingertips welded and veins start to rise up too squishy mudvein straws where her fireblood runs through so there you go thats my mother
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whoknows
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and clover
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011206
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whoknows
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over and over
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tourist
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the other a pilgrim's passing into the ruddy realm go I
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ever dumbening
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tourist, do you feel that is subtle enough for the clods not to notice? or do you want them to pass over? or maybe i am the clod?
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a
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Pirate Tide
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011212
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ClairE
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menstrual blood
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ellen cherry charles
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lark's tongues in aspic
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daxle
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we notice in silence and don't ask about the scars of others
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freakizh
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lark's tongues in aspic! #1 is a hell of a song. awesome. try KING_CRIMSON.
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lilacair
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blood as it drips through my fingers through the dark moonlight of my eyes
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Rickster
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The crimson rains forth It falls from the sky It calls my name tonight It reaches for me to die It wants my blood This time I lose The ground beneath me Consumes me wholey now I watch my life Through flasbacks seen dry It's very dark now The ground is nomore I'm falling down far There is no end Screaming to hear nothing I am closed away Something has taken over Where do I start It no longer is My choice to decide Where the demons live And when they reside I lived my life Alone in isolation's haste I draw upon walls The mural of life It helps me realize I cannot flee anymore The ticket is here It was never anywhere The crimson bleeds now Moreso then ever before It has me pleading Dying as I'm seeing Where did it go It was there before I lost it again It left me somehow I praise it cometh Back to my hands Embrace it I will Forever in my hands.
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p2
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twins xamot and tomax
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crimson
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I may not be, but crimson is beautiful on both sides.
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crimson
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that made very little sense. i am a crackass
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030816
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misstree
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an angry scarlet.
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030817
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shoccolo
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i am wearing red shorts today
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. and its friends . . and .
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w00t! we like da crimson!
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ninecat
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Like the blood from the open wound on your palm, that glowed and twisted like a strange fire, and formed atop itself a velvet thorny rose.
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sugar
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like the star in his dead eye
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050919
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stork daddy
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ric flair's wearing the crimson mask and you're eating breakfast with your brother in front of the tv. and you both want to be such a spectacle.
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050919
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misstree
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i remember tasting this once but it's darkened to scarlet and more black is bleeding in...
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050920
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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