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As a man dies before a shooting squad, his friend and coleague wishes for him in heaven the piece he couldn't get in life.
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I, the man, the mad
and the lover.
Still use the
mind, so brisk and violent, to fall for they whom I ask the world, whom I trust
the chest, and ..
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An old man dwells on the lost of his wife, and having to take care of his child alone.
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I want to see through the palm of her hands; feel the heat of her steps. Perception is tricky and none will tell what's beyond that smile, and what fa..
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Hold my hand, for I’ll take you to my cold apartment. Talk under candlelight. Sweat that wine that waits untouched. Bring the heat to the bed, i..
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As she cries, I'll take her hand and listen, for there's no better sentiment than genuine expression.
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Isn’t it interesting, the little smuggler at sea,
encumbered with fear of getting caught? I’m aware of the danger of that. Yet nothing
i..
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Nothing changes from breeze to cold, just the flute that whispers in ones head, in a musical trance, that brings the sheep into the slaughter house. I..
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Her face blooms from the underground sap, that feeds the blossoms in the trees. The nose striking the sky, and the eyes brown as the trunks that stand..
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A man describes the feelings he passes through as he changes skins.
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