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Life.In a pattern of fibres,Clothed, I grow.I run, a road.Heartstrings are pulled;Measured.I keep runningUntil I stop...DeadIn my tracks.
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In cotton wovenI hid, extra,extra largeSize doesn't matter.
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Time an invisible force:A measurement, a unitOf a solar day.Grinding stone to dust.In time, dust is gone.We invented timeTo find time, against us.Time..
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So sad to seeAn empty old houseThe gardens unshavenTired and grey.The roof upliftedThe gutter looseHanging sad, forlornThat feeling of dread.So sad th..
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Through the hayWe sieve, we lookThat needle, a love.That eludes usIn a world so bigA needle, a haystackOne love.In hayWe sieveWe searchFor love.That w..
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Wind blown is the loveThat does not settleDrifting afar,In sight, one viewsIn the distanceFree love.
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As she waves goodbyeColours of her rainbow... dieHer memories, now beginA downward turn, fade.Awash by tears shedWith time... erased.
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In a lustrous worldThey say so bright.We crave , we hunger,We feed,... on lustNot the world.Lust!CarnalityEroticismGreedDesireWantonnessSensualismApro..
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A wave:The acknowledgementI'm over here!A new beginningA new moment.A wave:A thoughtComing over in mindNew, embraced.A thought-wave.A wave:The beachCr..
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The trees bare, knottedWith talons stretchedFeeling your presenceThey move, they summonThey're hungry.There's a quiet.... unease.You walk their windin..
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