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Awaken I, and through the looking-glass to a worldUnlike my own, where I am so alone -How can I feel so warm, when the sun’s kiss is of ice?How ..
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I see the fire that weeps, so weak.Gone was my passion, a woe, when I burntTo the very last cinder of love;My heat a fiery despair.Touch the spot wher..
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Curtains drawn, reveal the night:Clock says noon, and in the shadow of the blindsI watch the solar moon.Like an eclipse of the mind, My thoughtsturn f..
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Little friend, I wear you on my sleeve, to meMy sole reason for being, little friend -Tell me sweet nothings and silly lies, my one, my onlyThe apple ..
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Pavements that implore: “walk upon us…We will lead you to freedom.”They are as much liars as the boy who criedIn fear, façad..
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Based on past experience.
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I, like a lamb to the slaughter, tread blood-stained, tiled, floors;Metal eyes in the blackness beckon me there.You are my predator: no doubt a lion o..
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Slender plants and oaken branches bend to the chill of your presence:Eyes of fog, your air is smoke, you turn the sky to dusk-But these frost-woven bl..
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Feathers ache to brush the tips of stars-
Soaring higher than high, an arc
Of majesty in winter’s dawning kiss.
Pleasure lifts, power f..
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A lustful poem personifying the sexual predator-prey relationship.
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