Omikron
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The ValleyA Poem by OmikronThe Valley coloured with roses,The Valley that decomposes.The Valley that we have fought,The Valley that life has brought.The Valley of truth and told.. |
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My Body is a ViolinA Poem by OmikronLike an instrument I play myselfI hear myselfI feel myselfMy body's like pieces of a violinFragile and thinCommiting sweetness and sinMy veins are the.. |
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Don't come too closeA Poem by OmikronDon't come to closeYou'll burn yourselfYou'll hurt yourselfYou'll regret itDon 't come to closeMy eyes killMy mouth will hurt youMy words stingDon't c.. |
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The broken mirrorA Poem by OmikronThey say love is like a mirrorSometimes it might breakBig cracks in your reflectionWill make your heart acheEvery broken piece is differentStill someh.. |
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On the night of truthA Poem by OmikronAn old poem of mine. |
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In the loneliest of hoursA Poem by OmikronIn the loneliest hoursIn the darkest of daysIn mists of oblivionThere will be no faithWhen desperation comes knockingAnd tears are sweetThere will be .. |
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A scented candleA Poem by OmikronWhen somebody leaves this earth, no matter how unimportant he or she was, one will always leave a trace of their soul and body on this earth. |
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Play meA Poem by OmikronAs you take a silent breath, and your fingers search their wayYou close your eyes, and the first tone rings in your earsYour heart skips a beatThe ten.. |
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ShortcutsA Poem by OmikronSometimes it's better to bite down and do the hard work, without trying to make excuses or being lazy about it. |
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