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Some of us live
some of us fly
but we all die,
sometime,
to be
one with
the Earth again,
a single thought
that humbles all men,
be it,..
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To some, its a cruel joke,
a start determined by the flip
of a coin, concrete for some but
for some, everyday is a war,
the one of color and c..
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Remember when...
Those warm summer nights
under the city lights
on a Central park bench,
all of us friends,
with dreams, looking
forward to..
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Time stands still, now, where we are,
feeling our way through the dark,
fingermarks, on thorns inflicting wound,
fears, thick...in the new age o..
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And to some
I may offend, but
what kind of friend
would I be, if I didn't
speak the truth, dig in
your roots, what
you write is proof,
If y..
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She returned to the days
often, of childhood dreams
before the presence of
responsibilities.
Insecurities above her
station and place.
A chang..
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I've heard some say,
even the rich
and successful,
in the end,
give all they can
to win
their soul back,
gluttony
hollows you whole,
..
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She always seems to
have something in her mouth,
sticking my fingers in her mouth
to pull things out,
sometimes I have to shout
and tell he..
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I have no idea what it is to be a writer.I just have something to say.I don't know how to be a poet.My thoughts are just part of my day.I know I was g..
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I remember the gutted,
brick tenement buildings
where we use to play
hide and seek. I keep those
childhood memories close
to me.
Within the ..
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