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Mistress BrightsideYou play with my heart like it is a toy, something insignificant. Churning through the fallacies and the memories, Drowning in the deceptively calm ocean of your words, Slipping further and further beneath waves you created. You play with people like they are toys, something insignificant.Mistress Brightside
You are a vicious game of cat and mouse, why am I the mouse? Twisted lullabies lull me to sleep, putrid in their sweetness. Everything distorts in your wake, once good and now perverse. I am askew, I am off center, dangling above your wickedness. You are the cat and I the mouse, why am I always yo
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French

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The whistling winter wind wears clean The white-chalk cliffs with crystal water, While a clever coven of Corvine crowed and Clashed in color over cliff and water.
The days last light with lightning danced A dazzling dervish, a daunting display, A darting and daring in depleting December, A delicate delight in waning winter light.
The mouse and man on the magical moon Slowly searched over the salty sea For something secret, something sacred, Something seldom seen in shifting sands.
The regal Raven rested upon his roost  
I appreciate it
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"Seeing" the unusual...EVERY DAY
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"Seeing" the unusual...EVERY DAY
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'cos we're crazy in love and that's how we roll
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