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My poems have no meaning...if they don't echo your name
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There hasn't been a greater giftThen the rich odor of your thoughtsthat I live with.I miss you this much yetHow is it possible to think of you and not..
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I do not see a future withoutpoverty and miseryBeggars and cripples,I am among themI can not envision a futureWithout orphans and lonely peopleThere i..
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If I should ever learn, in some random wayThat you no longer love me, nor ever didI shall fill the streets of darkest morningsWith poems written, neve..
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You are my north starthe brief comfort of my lifea glimmer of hope, against my miseryThen How could I ever stop loving you.You are the cosmic occultof..
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For a minute, just for a minute
think about the soul who loves you.
Have you ever wondered
why he keeps loving you,after all this
that you have d..
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I yearn for the days of adulation
I long for the bliss of divine union
of love and hope,in a life full of misery,
the unity,the last delight of my..
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Bienvenue,dear September
Here you are, like a beloved mistress
truely standing as the spring of my life.
Thank you for bringing back the season..
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Unite to lend a hand to those who are in need,
Unite against them, whose souls are consumed by greed,
Unite and lend a hand, and we can change the w..
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Every morning, the familiar skyhigh and blue, warm and tenderLiberal as her state of mindbright and new with each beginningEtches onto my cursed lifeO..
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