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Cinders ignite and fuel the burn
Singeing all but my body and mind,
Consuming our world, a passion
So deep and raw.
Do not fear the flames..
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Why do I so violently flutterLike violet butterflies through dew?It can only be you.Gossamer touch, anticipationMust resist other sensationsThat I mig..
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Turn the pages, turn the pages,Your next chapter awaits.Written out so carefullyIn blood, sweat and calligraphy.Look now, glance back, to things that ..
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So here I am, a pen within my clasp,The sonnet’s skeleton behind my eyes;Countless dancing words evade my graspExposing all my weak attempts for..
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I have heard the song of blossom and the old ocean'sdesire
And whispered ancient lore from under the guidance of trees
I have seen the moon scar..
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Expression of the cruelty of young partners.
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I wish I'd have met you years ago.I feel like I've been drifting through timeNever knowing what was mineEighteen years, so lost-Until you saved my hea..
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A poem about what I thought to be young love. Obsolete now, of course.
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Will you, Sir, oblige my tale?To make you gasp, it will not fail....I've heard things about the seaStemming from folklore, you see.After all, can we k..
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A piece written when I was 15, which I came across recently and edited.
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