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Prison... Only allowing few entry
towering walls to hide your depth
always wary of potential escapes
showers home to the excuses for ..
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If these stars crumble, to fall as raindrops
painting the face that lies beside me
with each twinkle, to me a lullaby
I would gaze up..
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Swiftly... Slowly...Her finger draws me.Tightly... Loosely...She beckons my flow.I do not know from where it comes,nor do I ask where we shall go.I si..
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I am chasing the forgotten freedomalong the curve of every stone,these rocks that breathe, but not of air,the salted scent, of my own despair.Some day..
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You are my heroine, for all of timethe one for which heart's truth cannot hide.I once wished that the sapphire beyond the cloudscould be tasted by my ..
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Hair glowing within threads of gold,
to light the face of expressions dream.
A land, a place, for mere mortals to weep,
as only in et..
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Vacant pools of encroaching shadowa burning sea of lies branded truths,by those of obsequious naturewho rotted your foundations to rubblewith this unn..
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I really don't know what to say about this one, it's not my usual style and I have no idea where it came from, but it's a poem.
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Inspired by the Rob Thomas song 'Her Diamonds' about his wife's illness.
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A second approach to my war piece.
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