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With your eyes on the ladder,
the former will divide.
Their words will dissipate,
spread, and die.
If you could hear it,
one last time,
th..
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A wooden spoon;how it hangs upon the wall.It has no passion,yet the user finds less at fault.I wish for that awkwardness,for strings tied in bowsfor n..
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Beautiful---a word with too many syllables,while cry,seems to have been madewith not enough,and yet on counters they carvesuch wordsupon a desk!Bored,..
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Inspired by the Black Keys. My V-Day poem I guess?I think I'mhounded: soastounded by you,crushing my dreams, and turningto a new leaf;as you hold me, ..
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Solid and vigor;seems the test of time would read;and like any subjectt'would it be fit to set the trade.Anymore unsightly evidencewould unbalance out..
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hook, line, sinker;everyone's gonna be a fan.Trapdoors-- they'll take herto somewherewith a faucet and a line.deep in the pits,a sand dune abyss rises..
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Stones on a river,clanking;humming in the echoesof life as it goesand flows smooth and shapedas the river's edge;born and raisedwith the rest of usreg..
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Long legs and thighs,dark as the night.she walks so slender,a sexy droll,almost like a heartrunning past my soulwatch it, waver,cast a stare;a hand to..
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Opened as a gift;tender hands to hold on tight,so fair, so divine,and real.Just watch and their eyes will glisten,curiosity reachingto let open the bo..
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With no one in anguish,lush words to be tread onfire-for-pain,and in repeating the dreaming,I'd just ever wished forthe truer lead ropewaiting...how c..
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