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It wasn't your fault,I did this to myself.Look for my letters,They're on the shelf.I wrote to anyone,Who I thought cared.Did you notice,That no ink wa..
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And then, suddenly, there was ultramarine blue sky;Oh mine, my own, my friend, my love...Leaves of lemon yellow sundrops;upon the water they drift
An..
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The smileappearsupon the face, stretching from one side to the other. The one that is there everyday, no matter what. The one that will never reach t..
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Oh my taken hate,
Riding soft on silver wings-
Forgive me chill perfection,
But oh how it stings.
Upon my shoulder settle now,
Sharper than any k..
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My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare hi..
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Your lips speak sweet nothingsYour touch a cool caressI am lost in your magic,
My heart beats within your chestI think of youevery morningAnd dream o..
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Just a starter poem...nothing significant.
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