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All historymysterious,as always oursearch in kind,and arms surroundingColors, nakedwretched,bleedingbecoming agatewaya drownedsimplicityAnd hunters wi..
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There lies a sweetness in life that runsuntouchedAn unrisenremnantfatalA heart's shadow liedark as rivers rollA song that drowns outpennies from heave..
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He fidgets with his handful of dust breathes in the sunlightTakes the morning gray soundtracks partial and blackStirs at the sea and its many amenitie..
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It takes the life from a second as all from nightcomes crawling inI react and have the look of no one the hook without a wound"Sow the landscap..
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She slows her glance down to a distanceher mindstirsat wit withits authorRemembers a namewith tears and reluctanceA long, bright silent fieldher skin ..
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Dear Poetry,Had I not fashioned my soul with your fire, your sin, your spit and wonder, Had I not lived believing that you were out there waiting, wai..
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We blend into dye trade time over thimbles sheared degrees have become our subtle aspect We carry this essence, hold off the softer colo..
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There was a life here oncea life I still rememberreaching back towards a basement of dreamsReaching out into the last of freedomand farther still, int..
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We were Angels of Rain, brought down from the Clouds and damned for the simple act of trying, So when death came to take away our loved ones we turned..
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