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Then this morning has come,Is there nothing left for me?No hugs,no morning kiss?No plans to visit, for friendship's felicity?Dreams to tell, and indis..
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You enter my colorless sightless eyesand my dreary lands of dreamsAnd I hear you breathe inside of meOur transparency is a perfect union.Of dirty phan..
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Its about resurrection from a heart break......but doesn't end with 'moving on..
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I would rate this as one of my best works...
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Death, Beloved, reminds me of thy stings?How they caress through methrough my lively spirit that lovesthe flowers of thy eyes.I see death as a poisonf..
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So Summer you are gone againYour true essence,a memory nowIts how I remember myselffar from the selfishness of living.Summer, your past againOnly to b..
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For what purpose Julyhave you returned again?with the buckets of your drizzle and rainstormsThe watery constraints of the air.Have you come to fill my..
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Some philosophical stuff..
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I gave the right of all I had to giveBeloved, when I think of how you said we’d be friendsAnd now your silence drowns me and I findNo imprints o..
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It was no momentary occasionThat we met, And I fell in loveIt was the joyous freedom of deliveranceTo have met you, to have fought for you.It was when..
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