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written & dedicated to my dear little sister, whom I have seen growing up from a baby to a big girl she's now :)
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Nature-at-its-best, describing an early morning scene.. the harmony that exists around us that we miss to notice.
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Don't wet your tearsfor I'm still breathingdown your ears.The lemonadeI drank for yearshas turnedsourer and sourerjust like the bloodthat turned a clo..
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Come talk to me,I'm in searchof those words.Come hold me,I'm fallingbeneath myself.Come walk besides me,I'm in lurchfor a direction.Come embrace me,I ..
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It's been ages of silenceI have slept upon.Remember me?The rose that smiled at you.The sparkling tiny starThat winked at you.The crescent moonThat hun..
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For once, let me be mefrom toe to kneehigh unto the sky.If you ask me why?I ain't desire to diean old man shyon a will to survive.For once, let me fly..
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There's not one day,
I don't think about this.
I think to myself,
should I let the time slip by
and wait to hear from you ?
should I give up..
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Amidst the myriad thoughtsand those screeching honks,I met my pastto reminisce those glorious times.On a cold chilling evening,down those four excitin..
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The rose melted lipsof hers,hugged in rosinessto conceal their words,just like the lily'sthat blushed in treacly sensewhen the bees kissed them.
The ..
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At the gore cemetery,
He stood, with the eyes of sin
and the dagger that slit his wife.
Hands trembled, palms sweated
leaving His conscience mar..
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