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Warm as soil beneath spring sun
banishing memories of januarys frost
time has not dulled your light
my skin heals
my scars soften
your flowers b..
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We drifted through the grey stones,Looking left.Looking right.Always looking wrong.43 women with your name lie here,amongst the trim green grass and d..
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Flying bloom to bloom,
but no mere dance this faultless path.
You favour puple,
so it seems.
Clover, thistle, orchid, no dream-like drift this ..
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The thing is Boy,Yes, YES! I did need a shower this morning, and bloody lovely it was.Aye cracking........Let me tell you three things I got just righ..
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You carried me,
fed me,
but no debt I owe.
Centuries cradled,
King of your dank filth, bearing upon me the power to change a world.
And then ca..
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Old stones weep in the rain
their darkling gaze unblinking
Glowering with ancient pain
of distant glories thinking
Preening Lords arrogant in im..
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Fierce falls the rain
Summer's spite.
Beats down my wheat
and steals the light.
Like the raging wind
which bends and breaks the tree
The wrath o..
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Of all the torments of the north
I hold the wind most grim
Scything the very hope from my heart
tears of ice thrown raging back
to scour my soul
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She wears the beauty of the morninglike a meadow gently dew-cladsighs of springs fair breezeplay against my cheekas we walk through chalk-rooted..
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remy wyatt·Mar 24, 2011Cup and RingCup and RingMy rings made in a circlewere carved in summer warmslowly gowing in the rockwhile our child took..
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