Amanda Miller Biography

Pain is a dark art,
That embodies the soul.
Tears are the darts,
And your heart is the hole.
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time to dance,
time to sing,
time to stay,
or spread your wings.
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Naked lies,
blinded eyes,
feign highs,
time dies.
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To roam the skies.
With no restrain.
Following its own course.
Flying in its own lane.
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Two worlds can't survive in unison,
They would collide.
And they usually do,
Always having to choose sides.
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