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Mmmmmm?
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Silken strands of sleep
suspend these soft unwoven dreams,
nestled safe in slumber
floating on unconscious streams,
come evening, a little boat
..
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I was…
Scouted by the wind and the rain,
marched through a puddle of pain,
recruited by the mud and the dirt,
a foot upon a road of hurt...
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Should I put pen to paper
to fill these blank marauding spaces
and cut down this enemy called emptiness
that waits dormant in such places.
Do I n..
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Blackbirds
whistle tunes,
to mark
the beginnings
of a new day,
or the demise
of a
long
night.
I know
these things,
for I have
heard..
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One morning,
as the sun shimmies over the horizon,
lighting my eyes full with a thousand jewels,
of a thousand lifetimes past
and a thousand ye..
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Under cinnamon sticks wearing green berets,
that’s where I’ll spend my summer days,
hoping to find some welcome shade,
because freckles..
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. 🤔
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Night time was setting a fire to my thoughts for me to inhale;
they tasted of sleep and darkness,
of left over dreams, stale from being forgotten..
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True love painted from memory
with pigments, vintage and hued,
pastels and watercolours
that with time have become more subdued
A brush mark de..
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