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I exist...
The mind numbing passage of time suffocates me,
Yet I persist...
As a powerless being caught within a systematic state,
Holding..
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This is a poem aboutt he nine-tailed fox.
Kumiho, Huli Jing, Kistune.
She has many names in many cultures.
Her unsurpassed beauty,
Causes both fa..
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Not so much a poem, as it is the endless questions that swirl around the confinds that is my tourtured noggin in a poetic form.
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The day that you left me,
There was no longer any purpose.
Days spent in agony,
Always seemingly endless.
The years spent by your side.
The memor..
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I long for the peace of sleep.
I close my eyes,
Yet I receive no relief.
My wandering mind forbids it.
Images begin pouring in,
Endless thoughts ..
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Darkness had shrouded over me.
My skin is cold and blue.
My eyes now cease to see,
The beauty of the world,
In all her majesty.
The evil that pr..
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When I dream,
I dream of worlds of lavender rain.
Where the sun shines brightly in it's strange luminance,
In a color that is impossible to explai..
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How does a father love?
Does he ridicule you, torment and scar you?
Does he spit in your face, like your enemies would do?
Does he scream until you..
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