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meh
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meh
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1st sonnet from High school
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A Dream, the consciousness of being awake, butThinking of something metaphorical. The Dream,Is a river of unimaginable thoughts, so many, itIs impossi..
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this is a poem that is from when I was in high school.
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O Trains, you always make people fallInto a coma of sweet, soft pillows.The sweet, cushiony, pillows of dreams,Of marshmallow fluff.The fluffy cushion..
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one of my lighter poems
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bored
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A warm wind passes-Cherry Blossoms quickly bloomBuds bring dark to light.
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Old writing works
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