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By Anne Clark, All this tenderness has come to nothingAll that we require
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By Anne Clark, Swaet runs down the centre of my back Crawling like
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By Anne Clark, Love is a dangerous game to play withA battle where
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By Anne Clark, Keep me back in the real worldFrom which we try
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By Anne Clark, I've been sitting here all daytrying to understandWhy people wants
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By Anne Clark, Blood on the sandBlood on the handsof a handful of
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By Anne Clark, Out - Into the coming on of nightOut - into
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By Anne Clark, Suicide is an urban diseaseSpread by peolple and places like
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By Anne Clark, --------Through the soft shades of Summer fused togetherby the strange
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By Anne Clark, -------------There is a little place in a little roomwhere a
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By Anne Clark, Handsgesturepleadingbreakthe undisturbed airfingerspresspointspirea silent prayer
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By Anne Clark, So quiet hereSo hushed and stilledSo silent hereSuch longing calmedand
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By Anne Clark, The water is soothed nowsmooth and quietas silk- creased cover
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By Anne Clark, Driving the steeland black wheels turningonwards without destinationpausing in momentsfor
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By Anne Clark, I am the sharpened swordThe cast stondThe words that linger
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By Anne Clark, Physical shutdown through emotional letdownDestinedto search through the ruins of
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By Anne Clark, They'll kiss you quickAnd squeeze you slowlyFall asleepThen get up
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By Anne Clark, Late aprilLate eveningPowder blue skycools and fadesto a neutral tone
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By Anne Clark, ------------------You are just atenant here, you sayliving in and out
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By Anne Clark, The spinning turning of the summer earthhas strtched and wound
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By Anne Clark, They fuck you up, your mum and dadThey may not
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By Anne Clark, Lone figure walk beside a restless shoreHow much more ?How
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By Anne Clark, Lve is all we need - you saidAs you hold
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By Anne Clark, a sore redraw red wealblood redspread across the skystain pouring
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By Anne Clark, Planes thrustUp thru' the pinkNorthern skyIn perfect timeHeavy brightWhite shipsGlide
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By Anne Clark, So this is where the future liesIn a beer gut
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By Anne Clark, Outside taking tiny stepsputting pressure on the icewatch the whiteness