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<title>Bedroom</title>
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<description>He understand the tonevoice calls cant hide whats underlyingon sheets. let the music play.throw the linens in the laundry.
i thought to myself i cant do this to myselfmyself myself myselfim getting coldwithout the covers keeping me sheltered.
i thought to myself i cant do this to myselfmyself myself myselfim getting coldi know if i was underneath id swelter.
Just dont leave me with the pillow</description>
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<title>Stage Presence</title>
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Now the lights in the theatre have lit up so brightThe colours now seem faded and hard to see.Just like the moonlight within midnightThe truth is so hard not to greet.
You keep telling me i put myself up so highThat the aeroplanes fly under meand clouds ....Straining your neck to see meAs you open your eyes wide enough just to see mineFrom stem and vines you try to climb.Yet thorns prevent your progress.</description>
<dc:date>2010-6-5T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<title>B</title>
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<description>So lets conversateDebate and exchangeFor rearranging ideas and discussingtopics so dearto hearthow the compatability is more than just star signsalignedentwined in several conversations in one.He runssmoothlythrough my right earexposing the honestly in his voicegetting me so encapsulatedemancipated from heart breaksand chest painas his words reignmore than anything on my daily basis.All you gotta do is say yes
All you gotta do is say yes
All you gotta do is say yes
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<dc:date>2010-3-21T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<dc:date>2010-3-14T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<title>The Glass Ceiling </title>
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<description>I can move my hands around meArms can turn and twistFree from heavy loadswriggling toescapable of moving wristsabove me i see the skyin which eyes can ponderendlesslyi begin to reach with my armstip toed to gain further lengthbut my palms begin to pushtowards a flat surface right above mei begin to find the corners with my fingertipsbut the plane is never endingim bendingback my wristsso painfullyas it twistsi lose all balance and fallnot shattering glassbut shattering bonesas i crack on the concrete floor.is this the stateweve been put ina generation displacednot immigrantsbut still alienseven though we havent found our true identityweve already been boxed and sticky labelled.</description>
<dc:date>2010-3-13T00:00:00Z</dc:date>
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<title>The Chase</title>
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<description>chasing butterfly dreams we cease to realise the details of its wings. 
how beautiful it flies freely for us to continue running for.
how we yearn to hold cupping our hands destroying its free will
but why try to catch it so hastely
when that dream is destiny because you chose to run for it.
did you not enjoy the playful game it played with you 
and still is
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I feel that a progression in happening with the realms of my practice.
Im arranging plans for the next few months to coexist with the present state 
of making a new direction of work.
 
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