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Cracks of lightning, the skeletal reigning from the sky. Leaves speckle the path, never from which it hath. Light licks in all corners cursing what it..
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Winds soar,the highness our tops hold,in breaking its gore.Hands are held,fingers intertwined,the branches of last falls sprigs in bind.Pitterings of ..
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Marching bands,celebratory,lots of tons to sweep.A sickening sweet dust of past,in leaving with the stench of new gasp.Oh what it is that you must wee..
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A page stood,but of utmost stack it is.A pen and cup,a pencil and mug.Swirling of steam comes down,close to what I dream.The ideas diddle,the pangs ch..
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Waves shatter,the closely knit cracks of sands held together,but no longer they are.The trees blaze,the leaves spring forth their own,to bring new to ..
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The puppeteer leaves,smoking jacket in laying upon the eaves.Tools of striking, of scraping,they are no more.The mantles hold but not one,but two, thr..
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Clattered crunching,the potato chips of the ground lay.Streaming of yesterdays leavings,invading the now mangled forgiving.Wings fly,the thunder of a ..
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The chameleon,how he comes in and out,from the darkness of doubt.Streets of past,litter the jungles of time,the color of skin goes with and out of gri..
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Her boots shine,the linings stretch in their stride.Mountains pass by,their peaks in flow.A wooded canopy looms overhead,the bristles aglow.Light pass..
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Darkness descended,the light of morning playing across the ledges.Trees, greens, all was quite serene.Passing of day,the sun did it lay,then night cam..
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