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You did not respond to my postcard from FijiI wrote you a poem in pristine beach sandeven the waves read itbut the tide reluctantly had to sweep over ..
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Here is my blank page, darlinglet it becomea thoroughfarefor your wordsThey can be sharp or bluntstraight or curvedcolored or gray ~it does not matter..
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Twice, struck by lightning, I stand
Taunting bolts of love again
Hearing thunder, but alas -
Joltless, loveless, torn.
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Her eyes looked like stars
I should have known they’re shooting
My wounded heart, bleeds
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I bumped intoan online trollI told him to get backunder his bridgeHe said that he owned the road tooso I learned not to engagethose who had more words..
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It pulls me deepergentle sounding words, yet stained ~lust's color's red too.
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Ifyouwill swingunder my treethere may bea chancefor youandme
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I heard a soundlike a whip crackingI lookedbut saw nothingI heard a soundlike a solid wooden door slammingI lookedbut saw nothingI heard the soundof a..
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She hacked my weak heartplease decode my java script ~unscramble my love.
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Who gave youa backstage passto appear in my dreamI asked her.She giggled,and whispered,Your lips.
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