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i hope no one minds if i post some poems. if you like what i write i'll post more.
Lost
People yern for silence
And blink in disbelief
When all they know is gone
Leaving in its undying wake
Grief.
Everything is lost
And hiding in the shadows
Is a cost
To great for any vault.
Wants and needs
Come and go
Moving with the ocean's flow
Leaviang us behind
Sitting on the empty shore.
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Unsettled
I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you?
What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas?
*Cancer*
Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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