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His Mother
Like a thunderous storm, my body was awoken
I looked within deep and my soul grinned at me
Terrified at what I had become, I tu..
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I gently touched the lining
of her frame
And like brittle oak leaves
under a hot summer sun,
She crumbled to the ground.
She faded from..
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Who am I to stand alone with
my head between my legs?
All my hopes and dreams
shattered like broken glass on the floor
My heart in pain li..
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The sky was brightly lit by an
enthusiastic yellow sun. A soft breeze blew here and nowhere, gathering
particles of dust and lifting them a few ..
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In the end our eyes will close, our bodies will decay,
Fused with the prospect of mortality and immortality,
Purpose, destiny, efficiency, r..
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You walk away from me
Leaving me breathless and
yearning for more
I lay bare and vulnerable
Your touch has paralyzed me
Your kisses h..
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Still exploring my writing
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You flirt with my ego
Laugh at my heart’s palpitations
So I wait for the sun to set
Around the dark corner I grin
Like a lion in..
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