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My Porcelain Life
This letter you get it,. You burn it,. Forget it. It's not what I meant to say. You might think me a scapegrace. Really a fugitive in decay. I exist here on an acre of nature.
My Night Sky
As Miss Tender looks back,. She writes a love letter,. From the future,. Making no attempt to obscure her,. Desire,. Her desire,. Her desire to live in the past,.
My Orphanage
I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years.. I am made to eat this horrid porridge.. They box me on the ears.. How often I vow to flee, to go..
My Captivity By Savages
This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight". . by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13. . Writ in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829..
My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Once it started. The frail and fainthearted. Just withered to the floor. Oh, so sadly. We examined hands burned badly. By that which no man fears more..
Mr. Romberg
Oh, Mr. Romberg. I have taken 14 of your classes. I'm the girl with greasy hair and glasses. . Mr. Romerg, If you're listening. If you can hear me. Give me a sign that we can be together.
Momma Was An Opium-smoker
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her - she'd just laugh. Because our momma was an opium-smoker.
Mr. E. Leon Rauis
I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the. kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended. into a trickpulled from behind.. . Physically he is serene he looks good he looks.
Mayfly
The fly of May. It lives one day. . When that day is done. MayFly does not complain. It flies into the setting sun. It goes back to the place from which it came.
Momma Was An Opium Spoker
Momma was an opium-smoker. She light it with a red-hot poker. She would never take a bath. We would ask her - she'd just laugh. Because our momma was an opium-smoker.
Minhas Férias
(John). duro viver todo dia. Quase todo dia eu vivo de monto. Procuro sempre novos modos de viver. E vivo sempre da mesma maneira. I, I, I... I, I, I....
Minhas Frias
(John). duro viver todo dia. Quase todo dia eu vivo de monto. Procuro sempre novos modos de viver. E vivo sempre da mesma maneira. I, I, I... I, I, I....
Meu Pai Meu Irmo
(John). Meu pai, meu irmo. Nunca estou suficientemente bo. Meu pai, meu irmo. Eu pelejo com a fora que eu tenho. Meu pai. E luto, e luto s com carne e com osso.
Meu Corao U'a Privada
(John). Coisinhas de nada tm feito um grande estrago. Dentro do meu corao. Eu piso em baratas. Sujo meus sapatos. Tenho raiva de quem ama. Tenho pena de quem mata.
Meu Pai Meu Irmão
(John). Meu pai, meu irmo. Nunca estou suficientemente bo. Meu pai, meu irmo. Eu pelejo com a fora que eu tenho. Meu pai. E luto, e luto s com carne e com osso.
Mamãe Ama O Meu Revólver
(Rubinho Troll). Sou mais alm que voar p. Daqui pra l e acordar sozinho. Tem uma pedra no meu caminho. Que me rasga o p. Quando como com a mo. Porque esto todos se iludindo.
Mame Ama O Meu Revlver
(Rubinho Troll). Sou mais alm que voar p. Daqui pra l e acordar sozinho. Tem uma pedra no meu caminho. Que me rasga o p. Quando como com a mo. Porque esto todos se iludindo.
Meu Coração U'a Privada
(John). Coisinhas de nada tm feito um grande estrago. Dentro do meu corao. Eu piso em baratas. Sujo meus sapatos. Tenho raiva de quem ama. Tenho pena de quem mata.
My Meds [explicit]
My Meds. Lipitor tore up my tendon, that was no damn good. So now Im taking Crestor, cause the doctor said I should. I cut back on the Avodart, its every other night.
Mr. Ambivalent
Mr. Ambivalent. You ain't going nowhere. Sitting on that fence. Mr. Ambivalent. We're all sick and tired. Of your ambivalence. . Mr. Ambivalent. You don't gain no ground.
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