Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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wrapped up tight in my distress. My words are muffled
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by
Chras4
Mon Jan 20 2003 at 18:04:31
black cloud descending
dissension
devours
Solomon
's sword
rises above
me
paused
which shall it be?
August 22, 2002
You say you want to help me
What I really want is for my troubles to be a puddle on your shoulder
The worst things about divorce
Still I save the moon for you
In bed feigning sleep
Dearest, I feel certain
Solomon
golem daughter
don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear
Welcome to heartache head
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
Ode to a Sugared Almond
The weather is moving the wrong way today.
I feel things, hundredsfold, a papercut requires stitches
Please don't throw me in the briar patch!
daughter
Lead us, the faithful, to the land of broken promises
I know this road pretty well, for I've chased many a honey-bee over it.
Children of divorce
Just don't expect me to understand
moths are all stars
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