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Uuuuh, its late, I wrote something, it may or may not such of crap.
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In the back of my mind, the whisper of thought,a memory of memory, that could never be bought. . . A barely there touch, a kiss on the cheek..a memory..
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Can't help but feel sad as I write this, but then, there isn't anything else to say.
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ZOMG, a NEW poem. I see some rust. Yes. Lots and lots of rust.
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There he was, kneeling on the slightly damp, mossy earth, glaring down at the ragged looking plant. So what if he'd never lit anything around them.It'..
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A very unfinished book that I have started , edited, and revamped so many times, long ago. I'm not sure I'd complete it now, it might be too immature...
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This was a piece that I wrote soon after an old friend committed suicide.
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Once separate pieces fall together,
An awful picture is what I see,
As the colors are finally defined,
The scene it shows I wish to flee.
A reun..
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Not sure if I like this one anymore or not...
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Another older poem. From high school. That was a while ago.
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