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Variables
Might not I ever suppose
that I always know,
what's in the heart of another
and read the quotes
and covet the notes
that ravage the
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Heads pass by without attentionEveryday thoughts turn from intentionTo live to die on these roads we lie and we drive,we lie and we driveWhy can't I m..
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How sacred this nightand every other moon dispensed to usHow grateful the lessonsof abidingfor we all are a partand a part of... we all are forThe liv..
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The seas rest,
As I turn my head
Where memories were once,
Faded dreams
Now within my ethos screams....
Deliver the truth,
Oh agenda
Will thi..
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Sometimes I feel like a crystal balllike nostalgia flows through,yet something I haven't experiencedat all.But in another place.A place that incitesmo..
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Have I drank the dropsof thecup run out?This friction,this phrase.."without a doubt"This thinkingkindlySometimes I have toshout"Why do seasons take th..
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"This poem is for anyone who understands the agony of bondage and the freedom of recovery...from anything."
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The wind is God's..As I walk down the streetand reflect,I summon the clouds.And gravity whispersfate.My hands are out like a planeor a bird's,typifyi..
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I've always lived in a different worldan ethereal ecstasyWhere I would feel your voiceand hear your eyes.But you were so evasivechanging namesand trad..
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This place is pulling.My heart projects,Nostalgic resonance.Where words flyAnd colors cryAll in light of love.And people don't.....I can't imagine wha..
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