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My withering flower,Your scent lingers in my nose,Your velvet touch lingers on my fingertips.To you, who had once sent sparks of enchantment across my..
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It blows through my hair,It flows through the trees,Such an unrelenting breeze;Where does is it born from,This wind of heavy air?It is strange, fierce..
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A comedic tale.
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The red rose that became white.
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The sky was white, purely and emptily so.To cheer me up, they say, "You can paint it anything you want."So, I tried painting it azure blue, like a sap..
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A thought I had about how Love makes us strange in both good and bad ways.
How love bares impurity in its locked treasure chest.
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Will we take care of today so that we can wake up alive tomorrow?
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Just a bit of a poem to express my gratitude to everyone I've ever felt grateful to. It's short but it means a lot.
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Controller of a life.
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Everyone has memories that they want to forget. Wouldn't it be better to just.. flip a switch and make it too dark to see them?
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