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So I'm thinking of her
from the place that I left,
my eyes turn red from the
wind that bites as she
strikes out into the night...
And I shunt ..
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One day, you wake.
You groan and flick
on your eyes.
You get up,
Drink this,
Eat that,
You pack your
bag and head
off.
You go to a city
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(the echo phoenix)
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Sunbeam, it's not
that you mean
anything..
Just a golden rush
running liquid
around my
head...
...and the sky
pulls the land,
Higher tha..
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you and me, unshakeable are we.
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Blood drips down once again,
From the places I dare to think,
And old scars reborn break into
cold graves slept in before.
This fiery pepper re..
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the echo that rolls through the valley.
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It looks like an evening I've looked at before,
So young and swinging from the withered,
Welcoming branches of an apple tree planted
Seven score ye..
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View From the Air is the last of a three part modern poetic story told in, well, my style of poetry. Troubadour songs where ancient Occitan songs that..
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Frozen is the second of a three part modern poetic story told in, well, my style of poetry. Troubadour songs where ancient Occitan songs that dealed w..
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