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What is it that I can’t forget?
Why is it that when I feel that I have achieved some degree of sane separation from you, you re-appear in my th..
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Out under a rising sun, I breathe in the sea.Panting and breathing, my feet hit the sand hard and fast.Pebbles are kicked and impurities are felt ..
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There is a modern will to survive, however ambiguous or vague it may be deemed by others. But, like all things it remains relative to the individual w..
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How much I wanted to speak the world about you.How much I wanted to hold you close.We stood together so many times that I felt as if my desires were t..
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My old friend,
I write this to you because I am torn by the emotions and logic I feel.I cannot begin to explain, yet I want to.I need that ear.Perh..
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You hardly remember exactly why.The purpose has since been lost, or perhaps, never really there.It was just impulse.It was one day when you contacted ..
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The sky turned dark as the fog crept in.
Yet behind the chill, the sun still glowed.
It was only five in the evening.
My eyes grew heavy and my bod..
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To each a soul and to each a heart.
It cings so delicately like a drop of rain.
The multitude means nothing,
and the gaze of one means your whole w..
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