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White as ghost, white as rose
Snow drifts softly, softly
Exhale, and your vapor comes
to me
If we found respite near
the glowing furnace,
woul..
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Today I'm under the rock, bad weather
I don't know whether I'm coming or going
For all I know, outside it's snowing
Best to make it a comfort da..
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A fondness for the painted moon,
softly must the brush have stroked the canvas,
how paint the nectar builds in layers
to set with depth and draw ..
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Wanna clear the air in anticipation of you being here.
I've already thought about the ways I'm gonna
f**k this up. And I'm yet to see your face. C..
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Cast my eyes upon the horizon...
Ready to meet you
White robes, the white of stars and Heaven
From you, everything emanates
Your voice will be ..
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The heart does not deal in
fractions or theorems, is not a whiteboard
for your equations No formula...
only the truth of what is there
and what ..
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The smallest room, the loudest heart
Together in one sentiment
Together in the dark
Hands that hold so fondly
Hopes have grown together
In ten..
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If a writer breaks their wrist,
if a boxer breaks their fist,
if a painter lost both eyes,
if a poet ceased to cry,
would a heart then cease to..
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F**k. It's exhausting,
when your relationships
feel like a tower of wooden blocks.
And like. In your interactions,
as you try and build higher,..
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She spoke soft sonnet, thin and meagre winddancing on the tongue of a desert She reachesgreen fronds This last masqueradeEntranced by eyes descending ..
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