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a pitcher of sunshine
pours through undressed
window glass
a pure liquid gold
to pool on white sheets
crumpled in disarray
drenching exposed toes
kissing ankles
to settle on veiled thighs
how warm starts my day
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A Poem by Vol
I don’t want to draw
attention
to the physical affliction I
know
is the completion of your
life.
The way you still pleasure a
mirror
every time you give a sideways
glance passing by in this room
or that. Do you se..
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It began with a touch, soft as silk unraveling, a thread pulled loose from the tapestry of innocence.Your lips were an altar, and I, the unholy pilgrim, offering the sacrifice of breath, the marrow of my will.The hunger came softly, a whisper dressed..
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You’ll never find
a lie in nudist colony
because a truth
can walk naked
but a lie needs
to be dressed.
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Sunday playlist plays in the background
lazy coffee cups lined by the window
An ugly painting half done
with the excuse of an allegory..
Sky threatened to pour over
the kind of weather that makes you want to die slower
I found myself under ..
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Would this world be a better place if there were no me?
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Tobaccos between the pages knows that city is beautiful because of you
If Vincent Van Gogh could’ve seen your eyes,
The Starry Night would be more blue
Separation story inside the snow globe seems familiar
French songs plays on the backgrou..
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A poem about the Tempi train collision which happened on 28/02/23. This is the greek unapologetic version with the translation so you can learn the truth. WE WANT JUSTICE!
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A Poem by Pete
All true greatness runs as level a course, and is as unaspiring, as the plow in the furrow. It wears the homeliest dress and speaks the homeliest language. - Thoreau
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