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I just mailed this off for the Joyce Kilmer Forest 75th Anniversary Poetry Contest. I hope you all enjoy..
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Uncertain of who you are, wandering, with paper and pen.Writing on every surface you see, the attempt to attain bliss.Fleeting moments, a glimpse in h..
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Our song played softly, echoing through the empty halls.A dream floating, mindlessly, a memory without seams.Strong hands of dreamer, broken, crippled..
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In the fleeting rays of the darkest night we've known,I lost a friend, a dream on the end of string.Like blinds being pulled in front of these saddene..
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Tear stained, with blood on your lips.Forget this, mountain filled misery.Go back to the better side of you,be surrounded by your volumes of sand.Dese..
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Running through sunshine, with laughter surrounding me.Memories, painful, beautiful.I release you, mislead you.I've lost my way back to the garden.Thr..
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Running in circles, swirls, whirls, will you wake up from this vivid dream?A scene you are corrupted and compromised in, a separate sin.
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Wigglin' toes in the hot southern clay.Red like her hair when the sun hits it.Will you miss this, surrounded by hillsby sweet hillbilly sounds.Melodic..
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Soft, luxuriant sounds,something so mild it makes me high.I can feel the heat and hear the slow ocean waves.The birds they sing, oh ofGypsy Queensand ..
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I don't think I'm done just yet with this piece. May turn it into a story.
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