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Diamonds hang on droplets,in a winter's dew on grass,unmade beds and crouched bodies,rest like shriveled flowers in a vase.Coiffured locks of a brown-..
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If only you looked backand called out my nameIf only you could purgethe veil of shame.If only I would let you come close,and lure you to touch my lips..
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Dark knuckles and cracked heels,Yawn highlights her crow's feetwords elude her when she wants to speak.Scream queens on TV are her mate,Grudgingly who..
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You keep calling, calling out my nameI can sip the song when you touch my lips.Dancing on the silken sheets.heartbeats like squirrels leap.when the sk..
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Is it still the summertime
The wind blows hair of mine
Or it’s prelude to the rain
When the wet heat will wrap me again
Shall I walk..
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And I need to feel youall over again as I see youyou walk out of the doorin the glistening morningwhen you don't turn aroundfor my faceSo now I will g..
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When the wind spokeand lust was lacedsealed with broken embersI turned to ashes and roused the heatas I walked alone in December
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My lifeentangles,like wires of the earphoneI gingerly straighten it outeach day, everydaybut then againthey knit themselvesin some uncanny waysin loop..
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I am sitting on darknesson grays, on smokeon skulls, charred bodieson ruins that can never be builtand put togetherthere is blood on my handsthey are ..
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A December evening we metafter a drunken revelrywe walked hand-in-handon the deserted streets,spirited soulsphilandering, cheatingeyes and gazesour ar..
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