Imprisoned in imaginative walls
stoical glances reach no destination
Fallacy, looking for salvation
Points of contact are missing for an etemaly »
Emperors of Salvation Asphyx
by Asphyx
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Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be You bear your ideology so stoically That all that you can see, is inferiority Here I am, my head »
Head in a Cloud Lost at Sea
by Craig's Brother
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The light is nearly gone
Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak
So far reaching and swaying and free but stands stoically alone
When the skies »
The Light April
by Sun Kil Moon
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Would be forever if it meant a day
How stoically I exclaim
As she turns from me and walks away
The light in her eyes explanation escapes you
Longing »
Most Precarious Straight on Till Morning
by Blues Traveler
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him with a fork, why, he's as filthy as a Turk."
This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace
In fact, he smiled as though he thought »
The Face on the Barroom Floor Tales of the Yukon
by Hank Snow
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of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits And the white-eye »
Near Dark Blacken the Angel
by Agathodaimon
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |