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A Story by ambur
Life is adventureous. It teaches us to live, to learn, to grow--all of which I have done recently. I have this urge to just live; go out into the worl..
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So here's the start againAnother cry for the unforgiven;We've been undefined for long,Basking in this sorrow song;But now we have to lay our head,Our ..
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I seem to write when I am in touch with the objects of nature.
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I'll drive down to the river,And sit and wonder whyI ever said a single word,Or why I took the stand.Yet here I sit once again,Hoping for this withere..
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Something about the night screams:olvidado.The rustling accentuates your frozen limbs--Captures the new moon, invisible in the heavens.The ground, per..
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Oh, such mind, so anorexic; these thoughts I cannot consume.My mouth, bulimic, i cannot stop these spewing words.These sounds, asthmatic--so restraine..
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I thought of this while listening to Shakira's song "Waka Waka."
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You are the water to my fire,the everlasting smolder to my dying ashes.Part thou lips sweetly, to bid retire, andwatch as life and breath quickly clas..
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Just another poem I wrote in the mists of busniness at Starbucks.
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I love you with your brown eyesAll curled up with sleep.I can feel a connection, yes,Between me, and you, and your dreams. . .We're hiding from a deli..
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