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I try not to touch this rose,it reminds me of beautiful days that are long gone,days where you would dream of present,and the dream would continue for..
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Like a habit in life, I take this poem , inhabit it to my heart,crave it to my soul, with ancient tools it hurts.I struggle not to bleed,but scars sta..
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I want to get on my knees ,say that I'm sorry for all that I have done.I want to lean my ear to your chest,hear your heartbeat race,then whisper in yo..
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Today, this hot summer day, I sit near the fountain in my favorite park,dreaming of wild adventures with the girl I'm in love.I always say : "Don't ex..
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I...I smell death.It rises up from the ashes of the forgotten,of the unseen, of the unheard.It rises up-up to the sky towards a big gate,and the gate ..
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May I not be memorizedby your beauty.In my eyes deep down,a wild ocean needs mending.May my lips not struggle - - to fight one another.The color of re..
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He went away,far away from the wild woods,from the arduous storm,and found a place where he belongs.There the leaves wont fall,the sunshine will never..
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He sat down on the chair , careful he was in that motion,treated the chair as if it was his sacred temple.With resistance his eyes closed,and there he..
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I watched from the window of my house,watched the sun fall down,amazed I was as soon as it went dark.My memories were whirling in my mind,thoughts fro..
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As I stood there, leaning on a pole,I felt the chill weather touching my skin,I heard whispers of the ice queen ,and saw the fountain play over and ov..
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