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l feel the weight of words upon my tongue,
like the dying breath of Keats
Splintered, am l
by the myriad of days that bleed your memory,
by th..
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...a rhyme of longing, and love
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Ode To Autumn O’ Autumn, thy beauty disarms meWith languid sips of sweetness, l partakeanother thirst for lips that quench me.To swoon from ..
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Juggernaut
the bluest of eyeswere pools of water,I dared to swim
those long summers of illicit dreamsdiluted my senses,as the inventory of his..
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The Street Where You LivedI was walking down the street where you livedconjuring up ghosts of Christmases past,visiting old neighborhood Cafe's ..
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to aimlessly fall * * *so pureso virginal to his touch,I’d melt like falling sn..
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...inspired by the poet, John Keats and the movie, "Bright Star".
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15 Decembers''...our kitchen talks have long been said,novels by Stephen King long read''15 Decembers...an overt pain resides hereyielding a p..
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Into the ClearingThis is where I fell asleep,
the dog eared page that read of spring
“…of waiting for deer to come into the clearing,
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My ode to Keats...
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