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So this is how it ends or maybe how it all begins one last empty shell denying the hollowpraiseone last hunt of sunris..

Maybe they are angels Who am I to deny them their wings I watch them leave I watch them drift with the river into some gent..

You couldn’t possibly have poured your glass for me,expecting I would drink, hold andtaste from you- ..

There is no reason to be sad Even winter mends theholesin our hearts We tend as a feather does to its keeper ..

I may not climb these trees again their tolerance seeming shy I may not call to the wildernessseed as the wil..

"Don't you just love these warm moments?", she plied in orphanic style “ these hours when our being alone seems completely al..

Whatever claims your fate or head or sinful notionFluttering in from space or some other plastic templeWhatever breaks..

Insouciant by nature Her eyes led down toward the dungeon I deathly once feared My words no less could touch, My heart, a..

Such a little price we paid,Your voice inside my lung,Forgive me my dear for your waters are still so very deep,As my shapeles..

Worlds, burned in a heavenly bridge-The atman draws his violinCinders in messages fall,Lighting his dove winged pipe-We fold our lit..