Hands clasped
We sway to the rhythm
Of our breathing
We are of the same flesh
We cry out together
As we meet in the middle
In groanings that cannot be uttered
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Don't look at me Don't break me This ghost of a person You will grow to hate me Disappear from my life Stab me with your knife And...
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I am nocturnal This is my life Awake after midnight Storm or strife I search online For people like me Whose sleeping schedule Won't l...
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We really need to go pay the manatees a visit Find out what happened to the world we once knew Replace the balls of conformity with balls o...
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