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I, generally moved
in a fast pace, in
a narrow space, a
member of the rat
race, in a frenzied
state,
I was the rabbit
with tunnel vision, ..
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It was a white ribbon,
tied to a long stemmed,
red rose. Something of
significance, every year,
delivered in remembrance
of a summer love.
A c..
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The rocking men
on the crest.
Fidgeting fingers,
numbers in mind,
at their best.
No rest, by simple
follies. Gravity
in every step.
Crept..
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Walking,
past a wagon
of weathered wood
and rusted nails.
In the throes
of a grey morning's,
misty wind.
Sleepy eyes
call for morning
co..
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No one likes a bully
but I don't think people
know what it actually
means, I've known
some bullies, seen
them taking money
out the pocket
o..
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We drank from the
same bottle and
she didn't mind.
Just a few hours,
with her free spirit
and eyes that pierced
the fabric of time.
Her..
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Let it go,
some may say,
let it go,
some things are
just not worth it,
but...
What if it is?
and
you can't let it roll off,
because it s..
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In an instant
I am mesmerized
by the clouds outside
my window frame.
Brings me shame,
that words cannot
honor its majesty,
asking for amne..
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She shook her hands
defiant against the night,
on her roof top vigil,
she sat in dismissal
upon the Gods of love,
mislead by her dreams
of wha..
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Red bricks lay
like carpet, surrounding
gutted tenements,
sprinkled broken glass
and debris, in heaps,
divided by abandoned
city streets,
I..
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