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a break from tradition (or perhaps a return to one...), hope you enjoy it!
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Stop. Click. Rewind.
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Dust rise and the dusk blinks,
Dawn came but went before
you woke, asleep on sand
as it brushed against your
skin, making your statue
form, sil..
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Your heart and hands tear
for the glistening look of a
geisha, shaping your gaze
with crystal vision and porcelain
skin; to you she's beauty
de..
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If the sun had known what the night would bring, it would not have set peacefully that day. It would not have sunk with such a nonchalant, relaxed f..
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Dear Beautiful Girl,
You who was seen but seconds,
caught glimpses and glances
that do little to fulfil the
aching and deepening hole,
the size ..
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I'm not sure about this one.
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buzz buzz
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So you've been through the Valley of Baca,
And looked back:
It's the profanties of secret mysteries,
Confused eyes, blurred times and sweat
Po..
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Seven poems written quite a while ago, taken from the archives, some of which have never been published before.
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