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I am not deadYet,My inferences doubt my existence.Things seen, forgotten tomorrow;Would my hands move,Would i see,Hate the meaningless reasonsBehind t..
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Sleep calls back,an eye agrees;the summers relief pours,the music; play on.
A dream awaits,my slumber;and the wake mind,fears tomorrow.
Slowly rise-..
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Meet to forget.To be done with,the pride;which belonged ago.You wont bow;but die with, not a dogto view.
Barks the loudest crow.Look the silent grave..
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personal outing within my room, just before a storm
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This poem was written on revisiting the river Pampa.
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Disastrous.A peep for the culprit,still a lot to hide.Search, forced to.The yard is empty,the liar clever.Footsteps of the captain;find him!The duty o..
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on meeting a very old foe officially
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A noise stirs the motion.The needed winds are a scare.The shattered bulb;a light lost in the dust.I look to myself,prove my way to the exit.Furnitures..
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The dream has been blown off.To dare to come off,You open the loose ready to strangle;When the paroxysm of emotions;Strange ones,Pull you back.I fear ..
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